Only forgotten, but my memories leave imprints
That my heart will follow home
Will I ever hate being honest?
I can’t commit this to memory
Is there any reason for me to believe the same thing?
And every path I take ends the same way
We’re running hand in hand in my mind
Attempting to arrange what I’ve recalled.
Yet we’re still defeated
I should have never bored you to death
I’m looking back on that empty house in vain
I wish I’d stayed
So far away
I took a tour from the inside out.
Where you showed me the things that brought you to me again.
I regret this whole damn thing, But will you try this again?
I’d rather have a fragment than nothing at all
To be without
To be alone
Love as fate we’ll welcome frailty
So far away
I took a tour from the inside out.
Where I thought of the things that brought you to me again.
I regret this whole damn thing, But will you try this again?
As exciting as experimental rock gets, Poorly Drawn House's controlled minimalist chaos is like caffeinated slowcore. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 17, 2024