She likes it when I've thought about the end of what I'm trying to say
But like an honest man without the faintest plan, I'll fuck it up some way
It's been months to go on just a shred of hope that we still seem the same
I sputter and I choke, I can't forget that coat
Oh, to have just
One more time, and we'd be fine
To see the crime that makes it right
Feels like years
Now I'm so far out, in a senseless town, and I can't help but doubt
So I sit and dream about your rain back east, surprised I want it now
And I think about the things that we pretend we can be
What we pretend we really need
What we pretend we really mean, oh
What we pretend we really mean
We really mean
What we pretend we really mean.
The Los Angeles power duo explore a world of "guitars, grunge, and gas station burritos" on their debut album, a riff-fueled road trip. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 11, 2021