Now as I near defeat,
I've got to let this be.
I couldn't see that light you said you saw in me.
Like a child so young unaware of what's going on.
Unable to grasp where I belong.
These times I spend asking; “where did I go wrong?”
Here I stand, helpless again. Caught up on words I wished I said. I gave up, I'm giving in.
I'll never get back what I once had then.
I'll resent all of the things that drag me down. Will next time be more lucid? More lucid than now.
Please help me out somehow.
Don’t drag me down.
Please help me out somehow.
More lucid than now.
All they gave me was second hand,
writing letters of things I can't comprehend.
This Atlanta group have a unique take on Americana, bridging queer cabaret culture of the 1920s and '30s with punchy contemporary rock. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2019