last winter my friends all visited my parents old house
before the weeds were all pulled up
before the vines came back around
to trap us in our useless steps
i was already sleeping for years
dreaming of the carpets i stained in nauseating lust
no one got to close to avoid the vomit
expelling from the bottom of my soul
that turned that whole world gray
flowers in my hair
twisting in my skin
your friends put them there
to rot in my skull
Charming German indie pop with the keen melodic sensibilities and melancholic undercurrent of some of the style's best practitioners. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 26, 2021
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