I wrote this song when I was angry with someone who i'm actually friends with now but the song still slaps so
lyrics
you got what you wanted, what you wanted was a complication
and every second spent thinking about you is a second wasted
oh my god, I cant believe it
how you write me off with silent treatment
making you see sense is like talking to the dead on a telephone
you tell tall tales
but you keep the truth in your mouth
you were always so sweet til the truth came out
keep your selfish head
and ill tell myself that maybe its all for the best
you just want a reason to believe in something but yourself
i dont wanna be a pretty thing youre knocking off the shelf
oh my god, youre such a hypocrite
you twist my words and get away with it
when i do something wrong its like looking at the sun through a telescope
you tell tall tales
but you keep the truth in your mouth
you were always so sweet til the truth came out
keep your selfish head
and ill tell myself that maybe its all for the best x3
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020