I probably had something to say, but I've forgotten it by now, and I don't wanna remember why. I don't wanna remember why.
I can never pull myself together. I can't get out of this. I'm no victimized tortured soul, I'm just another mess.
I don't wanna be anything, but I wanna be nothing less. And all that I can think about is how your lips felt like glass.
I finish thoughts that I never started, well I guess I'll start them now. It's been a long time, and now that you're long gone I really fucking hate this town.
Epitaph Records will be matching all pre-orders of “Always Foreign” with a donation to The Immigrant Defense Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017