distortion

happy riffs
cloudy skys
happy lips
cloudy mind

wilting legs
overactive brain
new friends
old friends
bad friends
good friends

midnight running
teacup dog walks
whistles echo
sleeping, in the middle of the floor

paycheques
plant checks
car wrecks


"I don't know what I should, when I come home.
Or even when I'm with you.
There's no consolation in talking it through.
Maybe we should leave this town."
-Weed Hounds Beach Bummed