I SIT IN HERE STRAPPED TO MY BED, FUCKING BULLET IN MY HEAD. I DON'T KNOW WHY , I WAS BORED, NOW I WISH I COULD SEE HER MORE *AND I'M NOT SORRY FOR THE THINGS I'VE SAID, SOMETIMES I WONDER IF I'M BETTER OFF DEAD AND I'M NOT SORRY FOR THE THINGS I'VE DONE, YOU SAID IT YOURSELF I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE...THERE'S NOTHING WORTH STEALING AT THE MALL, THE WEATHER IS MORE PATHETIC EVERY FALL. GO ON DOWN TO THE LIQUOR STORE, NOW I WISH I COULD SEE HER MORE*
These ballisticaly loaded tunes purposely deny a certain closure that is intended to keep one hitting the replay button. Well played Smirk, well played. jfpOne23
The four songs on this brief EP put a heavy emphasis on big, bright vocal melodies and punk rock nerviness—perfect for the warming weather. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2023