tell me not to beat myself up
but hey, someone's gotta do it
tell me i'm not in hell because there's
everyone else going through it
and i try not to lose it and i try to be kind
i bare my teeth to the passersby
do my best to keep steady look em straight in the eye
but i can see the violence behind
you've gotta be vicious in these streets
but sometimes i just wanna be weak
collapse on the concrete
so tell me i can knock myself out
and keep bleeding if i want to
shut the door and locked myself out
and i stopped breathing just cause i forgot to
and i try to be kind through the anger inside
that i cannot control i am along for the ride
clock yrself out and take a break baby
you can knock yrself out it's all right
you really lucked out don't you think it's an omen?
can you keep yrself open to the light?
everything's gonna be ok
sometimes i think i just like to complain
i pack my bags, i always stay
it's a hard pill to swallow
and i take and i take and i know
everything's gonna be ok
sometimes i think i just like to complain
i pack my bags, i always stay
it's a hard pill to swallow
and i take and i take
and i clock myself out and i take a break
maybe i can knock myself out for the night
New York duo showcase an enigmatic blend of math rock guitars, pop-punk sing-a-longs, emo confessionals, and even rave-ready synths. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 15, 2023