The scarlett of disdain starts to shadow, make believe your tragedy starts tomorrow
We curled our pinkies into perpetual swears, held these migraines like we didn’t care
Pleaded while we burned marsh mellows to the ground, rest my case and I turned towards the clouds
We curled our pinkies into perpetual swears, held these migraines like we didn’t care
Trying to not think of your name out loud, I broke this silence when I hit the ground
Cause I’ve been falling down
As sleeping pills seduce my brain, the edge of this letter head
Laid to bare a new restraint, another hundred days
Basking in the moonshine love, strung out drunk for days
Dealt my cards and stretched my faith, the nights of going insane
Post-Worthless, Annique Monet makes solo LP of magical, psychedelic pop songs that drift in and out of consciousness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 22, 2015