You finally stopped fucking talking I heard none of your words
I just watched your mouth flapping and you looked so absurd
Think you've always got advice for me that ill just blindly take
Think your guidance is a blessing? It makes my fucking brain ache
Project yourself on to me
To retrace lines you waited in
Your marks so easy to erase
Wearing your regrets on your face
Your life is soaked in contrition and now you're looking to me
Make the mirror reflection to put your mind at ease
My time is not yours to steal
Your regrets aren't mine to feel
Old ways get crushed down to dust
When every word you speak is stale and covered in rust
Crunchy garage jams co-mingle with country on the Brooklyn band's surprise LP, a not-so-secret love letter to the Rolling Stones. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 25, 2018
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