Like those two masks you wear
in your two states
Pennsylvania and Jersey are flooded
According to you, we're all gonna drown
So why not bring them down with us?
You're a century-old cog
that kept turning out of self-hate
You drunk sent me your pigeon
And it arrived late
But it was out of love!
At least it felt that way
So I tied around a dollar bill
and sent it on its way
Thank god we can't fly
I like you far away
You are the ocean of my eye
and swim in them every day
I feel like I could die knowing
what you're really like
Writing from my island
I use an old fashioned way
A message a soda can
I threw it to the waves
It floated past the buildings
and the parking garage housing
We're on two sides of this thing
with a puddle in our way
Thank god we can't fly
I like you far away
You are the ocean of my eye
and swim in them every day
I feel like I could die knowing
what you're really like
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024