Want you to see how skinny my arms are, but how strong i can be
And if you’re willing to listen I’ll pour you a cup of tea, because I want you to hear this first
All my heartbreaks live in lyrics and tempos, not always broken by girls it’s sometimes broken by friends
I haven't heard my father say that he loves me in over two whole years, I’ll act like I don’t care
This song’s my black licorice
I hate the taste of it
Like I hate being poor
Shop at convenience stores
I’m always sitting staring at pictures of things that I can’t even afford
Spend money just cause I’m bored
And I’m trying so hard, but her boyfriends older than me
He likes to pop ecstasy, but candy’s all that I need
This song’s my black licorice
I hate the taste of it
Like I hate being poor
Shop at convenience stores
This song’s my black licorice
I hate the taste of it
Looking thru polaroids
Stay just to fill the void
Cause I love the smell of black licorice
But I hate the taste it shouldn’t even exist
And I tried to like it but the truth I’ll admit
That it’s the candy flavour I always skip
The NYC trio push their blown-out garage-blues sound into new territory, on both reinterpreted classics and originals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2019