wander to bed under bourbon on the train
wonder how they knew we’d kissed before we came
years have gone away
nothing left to say
liquor slumber never lasts the way it should
slightly head hurts morning greasy eggs are good
i remember
slinking away
leaving is ok
love another day
nothing left to say
easy to see why we are the way we are
hang on just by one thread only goes so far
words have gone away
nothing left to say
Lia Braswell of A Place to Bury Strangers delivers an EP that volleys from turbulent pop to drifting near-ambient ballads. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2020