You said there were a million ways to get out of here
So get out of here
Cos I’ve been following you down the wrong tracks
Through the cracks
Around the back
Around the back of your neck
Where your long dark hair flows
Around the back of your neck
Where his fingers close
Now people are starting to talk
Words are creeping out from the shadows
People are starting to talk
Whispers dangle from branches
There’s a picture hanging above
A bed in an empty house
Where we once said those words
That didn’t bring us any luck
After all
Rising Philadelphia band balance oversized pop punk hooks with vivid, intimate lyrics, presenting a raw, honest vision of guitar music. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2022