i found your buried bracelet
between the cushions of the couch
it sunk so deep, tangled in springs
but the braid never fell out
and if this is nothing, it's gonna hurt
i don't mind that the holes we dig
are filled with other people's things
let them soak through and stain your skin
but if i believed in chemicals and bus rides
i'd be empty from the inside
when it's in your eyes
you realize
if this is nothing i could just die in your favorite shirt
and if this is nothing it couldn't hurt
Dark and seething post-punk from Cincinnati that's appealingly janky enough to make a tired genre feel fresh and urgent. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 31, 2023