I couldn't see the conversation shifting
Oh, who am I kidding?
I couldn't even see my own vision slipping away
But now I'm nearsighted and it's clear as night that
I am the bittersweet, choking the trees
And I won't let it breathe, I can't let it breathe
But I can be
So good in small doses
But I know there's only so much I can say
And it's not much
But I have my moments, some days
So let's do something, I've got to move something
'Cause times folding in
And sick sobriety's coming
If I was under the weather, hell, now I'm above it
But it's nails on a chalkboard for the man on a wire
With the world on his back and his feet on fire
It can be
So good in small doses
But I know there's only so much I can take
And it's not much
But I have my moments, some days
A nostalgic record full of ambling rhythms, vivid imagery, and cotton-soft melodies tapped out on an ever-present ’70s synth-organ hybrid. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 11, 2021