I'm trying to describe the state of mind that put me on this couch. I know I shouldn't be here, it should take longer than this, but I think I might be okay.
Closed out the Taco Bell, too late to buy a bottle of wine, slip into the car and laugh at my own stupid jokes, incoherently enjoyable, undeniably beautiful.
Misquoted anecdotes, stumbled conversations, the crumbs of goldfish embedded into the beer stained carpet. You are wrapped around my neck and I think I might fall asleep. Judgement pushed to the next morning, but I'm not moving tonight, and I'm not worried tonight.
Glass of water and keep my eyes closed, don't know why but I feel at home. Too dumb to be responsible, pretend to be, sigh into me and I won't dream tonight.
Recorded in quarantine, the latest from Blues Lawyer hits the indie pop/post-punk sweet spot, and will be out on 5x7 flexi in August. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 30, 2021