I took your thin lips, bit them
half expected you to let your trigger finger slip.
I wouldn't do those things for you
not when you treat me like a busted bottom lip.
You make me dirty when you laugh.
Terrorized and magnetized and polarized in halves
I'll be a vine, tangle you up when you dance.
I was right to rip your treasure map
the way you tear me in two/into
the pale green light of afternoon.
There's not a map on this clean Earth
will tell you where your treasure lies.
Searching spots you thought were secret
surreptitiously usurped, you realize
it's not a secret until it gets told.
Jolly Roger undercover, I can tell you're getting old.
Traded kiss & tell to kill for gold
you can dig and scrape and look
but where it's at, you'll never know.
In the half-shine glow
gray & pink in the gory morning.
Toxic morning ash.
Stuck in me like a piece of mirror glass.
this album is perfect because of it's major imperfection. Shoelaces gives mi eerie feeling of your realy early and blurred memories which you can describe by how you feel them but you can't describe what excactly it is frusther
Intimate pop; Bollinger's vocals sound almost confidential as she muses on relationship neuroses over woozy, breezy instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2019