Driving backwards in a cul-de-sac
How can we get anywhere going in circles?
Your hand reaches for the back of my neck
You laugh a little, and I scrape the curb
You said “if you stay in your lane, I’ll stay in mine”
As your head rests on my thigh
You said “if you stay in your lane, I’ll stay in mine”
Your hand sails through the wind with rise and decline
I want to move forward, but the pattern’s ardy locked
So I open my windows and inch my hand closer
Your eyes are reaching for the back of my throat
If you can drive in such a straight line then why did you swerve?
St. Louis group The Mall make a debut as a two piece with dark, driving, and near-demented synth punk. Don't sleep (they won't let you.) Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 1, 2022