Do me a solid,
With whatever you call it,
Stop looking down on yourself.
You've gotten colder,
With a turn of a shoulder,
You shed some light with someone else.
I just don't get how,
You call yourself out,
Carving pieces from your past.
And it fucking figures,
When I get the shivers,
Knowing you thought of me last.
You're not worthless,
You're just not worth it.
(x4)
Intimate pop; Bollinger's vocals sound almost confidential as she muses on relationship neuroses over woozy, breezy instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2019