Reading up on a feeling you think you know
Reassuring as it is to know you're not alone
It still comes across as tasteless
Cutting out your eyes as you watch
Someone you love mocking a monologue
You think you're smart until they get the better of you
Imitating's not the same as feeling, you would
Reach out to me, try to console me
Consequence in sequence
Overreact in season
I didn't mean to be alone
But I know it's not wrong
I'll ignore the obvious
Pretending it all works out for the better
If I sound bitter it's only because I am
Oh, how I fucking am
Put down your fucking phone
I swear to god you'll be alone
Ridiculous, suspicious in the worst way
I got off the phone to tell you how I'm gonna change
But it's too late, you're gone before you know it
Soured on ideas, over my empty poetry
A big, bright, sweet single from Philadelphia's Hurry, sugary vocal melody playing perfectly against starstruck guitars. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2016