we both woke up early on someone else’s couch
drove still drunk on main street with no one else around
our bodies quickly freezing, yeah we were older now
new years eve was beautiful we’d dressed for the event
got some wine on my tie so good thing it was red
you just smiled while certain things came unglued in my head
how we sat like frogs
in that spot on the rug
it hurts to know, my love
you always were a wallflower but i always would forget
we’d go for walks on saturdays all clouded with regret
you were something different i hadn’t fucked up yet
your mindset was a mystery I found it hard to gauge
i often would make speeches how we weren’t on the same page
you never knew I slept around, i guess I haven’t changed
I hate when you smoke
as you’re aware, I’m sure
and it hurts to know, my love
my love
we fell asleep a second time the sun was coming in
my cell phone softly nudging that it had to be plugged in
some neighbor couldn’t start his car, the engine sputtering
i ran across that length of bone
it hurts to know, my love can’t hold
my love can't hold
my love just can't hold
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023