Empty House, front room
Free time was brand new
That's how I wish I remembered you
Here we are
It's been eight years
If yesterday has passed away
Then we're both to blame but not equally
I tried my best to forget it
I couldn't change your ways
I guess it never was my place
We got in the habit
Of throwing the towel in
If yesterday has passed away
Then we're both to blame
But not equally
I tried my best to forget it
I couldn't change your ways
Here we are again
It's been eight years since the start
Now I barely call you a friend or an acquaintance
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