sick until my hands fell still
my brother talks more than i do
i'm tired & skipping meals
laughter fills the living room
i can't hear it's so loud
eyes water from rubbing out
our parents hold the secrets
we're trying to believe it
hold you head together until
a small group of strangers surround & pull all the stitches out
pencil tastes like cinnamon
swimming for miles
see i'm feeling dizzy & happier
our parents hold the secrets
we're lying to believe it
Market, from Melbourne, fuse soul and chillwave on a wonderfully woozy song with rubbery guitars & breathy harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 19, 2020