I'm reaching out and grabbing nothing
I'm falling out in hopes of something
Dreary eyes don't look my way
Confiscate my words to say
Oh, how deaf those lines remain
That hold my lies to keep me sane
Footsteps walk by
Restless dead sigh
I hear a name
It all sounds same
Backtrack to the path to where it all began
Buried in a part of me that I don't understand
Blurred words and blind spots the distance start to win
I close my eyes and realize I'm stuck inside a dead spin
Intimate pop; Bollinger's vocals sound almost confidential as she muses on relationship neuroses over woozy, breezy instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2019