We let the garden overgrow, it wasn't our problem,
We let the rot spread deep and it infected us,
We let the bathroom walls bleed black,
I told this story once or twice and no one really gets it,
They didn't see the signs, they didn't see my eyes,
We locked ourselves inside a downward spiral,
And the winter felt so cold, it froze me to the bone,
It stopped my heart, sent the blood the wrong way round,
And the summer stayed the same, it stripped me down to the wire,
I was left exposed like a fire hazard,
I lost my mind a thousand times and always seemed to find it,
I took notes of time and dates, and what triggered these shakes,
I was welcomed open armed by the darkest shades,
The doctor gave me pills to take, he said they'd keep my grounded,
I gave up my mind, I said goodbye to my insides,
I still haven't cried since that faithful night,
When the world has forced me down and whispered goodbyes in my ear,
Convinced myself I'm bowing out,
I'm holding hands with all my fears
A fellow Isle of Wight gravel-voiced heavy drinker currently situated in Southampton. You should check him out cause his records far more punk rock than mine. Max William
Self-described "power goth" band from Colorado goes maximalist with a strident album inspired by ’90s pop punk, emo, and alternative. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2023