i was in the moon, i was bathed in it too
you're looking mighty bright in the laser light
sworn it all before, not gonna fall for that
racing around, all the way down and back
the scruff of my neck
the tongue of my cheek
you're not my mother but i'll let you
she was already gone when i met you
hours in the rain and the queen anne's lace
she was on her side in a tired mind
and the breaths were short, just like a medal porch swing seat
with every little cough, something shutting off on beat
abandoned for dead on albemarle street
you're not my mother but i'll let you
i've got no other and i'm wet through
from the stuff in my head to the jump in my feet
i had 9 lives and i left you, but I would never have tried to forget you
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