inside my head
it's difficult to answer
these personal matters
when i'm lying in your bed
these thoughts become illusions
help me when I use them
make me think of you instead
when I drive
the lines become a ledger
every little measure
guides me so we stay alive
oh shit we missed our exit
if you don't i won't fret
move until we see the sky
why i ruin all these moments
try to keep them in my brain
The Chicago indie-rock trio deliver an album for remembering the revitalizing feeling of inhaling fresh air—the aural equivalent of a gleam of hope Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 20, 2020