i've been waiting to sit outside
& i'd talk to you about the night we died
a lit cigarette crushes past your eyes
it's mine
the treehouse we burnt down looks alright
the kids it belonged to cried & cried
i'm sick to my stomach
i feel alive tonight
Market, from Melbourne, fuse soul and chillwave on a wonderfully woozy song with rubbery guitars & breathy harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 19, 2020