I wish you would leave the state
So I could pretend that we don't talk
Because you moved away
When you won't answer my calls
I'll leave it at being late
Somewhere deep down, man I know
I know that I'm to blame
Pretend you're still living down the street
Still walking around like we own them all
Forget all the things, I sounded so angry
Laughing autumn nights and the quiet things
Parking lot
Car was being towed
Sleeping cold on bedroom floors
And empty theater rows
Captives gone
Now yesterday's for dead
Banisters and bloody palms
Holes in plaster walls
Asleep in the passenger seat
Well at least we're starting to speak
When you woke up nothing had changed
Well at least we can call it by name
Pretend you're still living down the street
Still walking around like we own them all
Forget all the things, I sounded so angry
Laughing autumn nights and the quiet things
supported by 25 fans who also own “Best Friends Forget”
Been following Somos for many years, feeling that they had an opus in them...well, here it is. Driving pop-punk sensibilities lend an upbeat tone in contrast to the grim lyrical proceedings, and they absolutely pull it off. Evocative music that's been on repeat for me all month long. RIP, Phil PaintedDogs
Rising Philadelphia band balance oversized pop punk hooks with vivid, intimate lyrics, presenting a raw, honest vision of guitar music. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2022