Sitting in my underwear
Sinking into disrepair
Another Monday down the drain
Reading novels in the pouring rain
Cancel a date for the eighteenth time
I never did that when she was mine
Content to sit here on my own
Enraptured by the light of my phone
You know I'm obsessed with playing kiss and tell
So ask me if my night went well
A couple drinks over a wandering mind
And now I find myself in a bind
Gotta end this before it starts
I'm a bitter fool with a brittle heart
Distract myself and hope she ghosts
While I think about the girl I love the most
I'm cornered in my brain and nothing feels the same
Keep a pen in hand so I can't drink
Sing for hours so I can't think
About the way she held me tight and said,
"I can only love you for tonight"
These guys tick every box for what I want in music. The melodies, the harmonies, the lyrics. There's a character limit so I'll say there are few perfect records in the world and this is one of them. Karma Gambit
Every song title (and every lyric) is depressing as hell, but it somehow manages to make you feel better about life at the same time. And isn't that perhaps the noblest thing music can do? Karma Gambit