A hollow mess
I told you I didn't
Even want that anyways
And now I'm tired
My god I'm so tired
And Eliot told me he's too tired
Eliot said he's too tired
Last night I fell asleep at 7
After crying myself to death
Almost didn't wake up
Almost slowed myself down to a stop
Woke up at 1 wrote a letter to my mom
And screamed every word out loud
Like a begging her
Just to know
I said I'm not so sure these photographs
Are mine and even though
Eliot has been here for some time I still
Feel a slight discomfort in my chest
Cacophony
Polyphonic screams
I was dead before I was born
Now look at me
My hollowness follows
Everything I do
I wait for my cue
I know he's still there
Hollow man justify your
Ending of sorts
It's such an ugly word
It's a wasteland
I feel my body
I was born dead
But he still moved
And now it's so hard
To live after you
An overwhelming dread
Now I have no clue
And I live in your bed
I swear I saw a shadow move
Every thought I have
Drips with hurt
I dream of cellulose forevers
We fear the moon's approach
Like it changes how
Stagnation creeps into our homes
Screaming begging filtered cries
And please don't bury me, Ted Kaczynski style
Because a burial just ain't for me
I convinced myself you'd find my body
In Sequoia national park
I convinced myself you'd never find
My body at all
And bodies are cruel
I shout to you
At 5 am we yell
And twilight will extend itself
When reality's like hell
But sometimes day seems
Almost fine I think it calls a stay
But sometimes day seems almost fine
we yell from far away
The Seoul-based indie pop duo lean deeper into the interplay between dance and emotion on their second album for Beeline Records. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 31, 2023