Drunk on the bed again
Staring at the ceiling
Counting space until I pass out
Written on cheap whiskey and pay-per-view
I know you don’t care, I know you don’t care
So I’ll write down the words
And pray that they find you
Six drinks in and I can’t even walk straight
My senses are dull
But you’re under my skin
With every word that drips out my mouth
And I hope you’re not alone
And I hope he treats you well
And I hope you mean the world to him
And you whisper my name
I’m just the aftertaste you can’t escape
And I hope you’re not alone
And I hope he treats you well
And I hope you mean the world to him
Subsonic Eye combines math rock, dream pop, and guitar sounds borrowed from post-rock for songs that whirl and flurry, but never quite settle. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 15, 2023
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