Another bed for a phantom limb; cut the ties and remove all bonds. Wave goodbye. Creative heart, creative mind, weighed down by a burden of life. Creative heart, creative mind, self-destructive and fucking tired. I can't get away. Another portrait of the artist as a young corpse.
i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth