I’m nothing, I’m nothing.
Alone in this apartment, racking my brain,
For something, that will stop me jumping,
The ground looks so welcoming.
I’m nothing, I’m nothing.
Am I being who I want or who I am?
The time has come for me to face, What I’m saying between white space
A change of pace.
Maybe I’ll grow wings, fly somewhere new,
Where I’m all alone, where the skies are blue.
Try to say goodbye, all I do is lie,
Don’t know what to write, carve a picture of the night.
Painting with ink like it’s blood,
Tearing my notebooks apart, To stop myself from going too far.
Maybe I’ll grow wings, fly somewhere new,
Where I’m all alone, where the skies are blue.
credits
released December 17, 2015
Recorded and Mixed by Fletcher Matthews at The Brain Studios
Mastered by Alan Douches
Artwork by Morgan Dodson
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019