My head feels like a hole, in the 3rd dimension so,
I'll gather all my thoughts and paint them to the walls.
A picture of myself, tells me about my health,
and I'm so far away from ever settling down.
I pick apart my bones, until I can't stand alone.
I get myself worked up but what I need is a crutch.
I can hold tight, but I quite like,
grinding my teeth on my fingernails sometimes.
It's not the first time, won't be the last time,
I'll feel uncomfortable and barely alive
We've got nothing to talk about,
spend most of my nights trying to figure it out.
I'm beginning to choke on the rope you throw,
to be content in your mind is a crime when you're alone
I miss the summertime, when we were begging for light
Its not the first time, won't be the last time, I'll feel uncomfortable and barely alive
In my little life, I'm barely alive, I think I'm alright
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024
The songs on the latest from Worriers hurtle forward breathlessly, with hook after hook topped by scorching vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 16, 2023