So I packed up years of denial
And I drove 3,000 miles
Left my home, my fair weather friends
Things I thought I'd never see again
But you keep reminding me
Of things I'll never be
Fuck two years of my memory
You're not who I want to be
I've been here long enough and I think that I've got things all figured out
Don't want to stay here, I don't want to be here, everything's fucking changing anyway
and if this is the last time i talk to you, if this is really it
I'm glad I've got the microphone and that you don't give a shit
because when I think of the time I wasted, I feel fucking sick.
I'm getting out
(chorus)
No I'm not going down like this
Think of all the inspiration I could miss
and whenever I remember all the thigns from last december I'll remember why I quit
I know its hard, thats why I cant get by - at least I try
and everything after that moment
you said it, I own it
so get fucked and leave on your own
Where you are - I don't fucking care.
I've got my friends and they've got me
still got a home and family
well I'm running low on alcohol and advil just the same
and I'm getting kind of glad that i forgot to say your name
Because in the end i can't get over stupid fucking games.
(chorus)
I know its hard
thats why i can get by
at least i try
everything after the moment, you said that i own it
so get fucked and leave on your own
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024
Across their second full-length, the London post-punks offer up thrumming motoriks, industrial tones, and sullen sing-a-longs in abundance. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024