It won’t be long, the manager said
the popes are all dead
the rest are on the left
Listen to me, I think I know
what’s best for you,
and it ain’t trees
It won’t be long, the manager said
holding my hand,
I thought I might blush
Why oh why would I wanna lie to you
I felt a little for you then
talking to a fault in you
and people who care for you
talking on the phone with you
And be careful what you wish for doggie
who can’t know what she’s bred for hunting
Careful what you wish for darling
Careful what you say, say, say
I knew em all
I knew em all twice
I threw them off scents
I slept in both beds
I cut you off
when I was 18
thought I might breathe
Now i’m outta weed
Nine years ago
when I needed
something holy
I fucking cheated
I was having fun with you
stabbing you recklessly
talking on the phone with you
now be scared for all these wishful bodies
who can’t know what they’re bred for hunting
Careful what you wish for darling
Careful what you say, say, say
Sparkling synthpop with an emphasis on high-wattage chords and the kind of melodies that burrow themselves deep in the brain. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2023