Paint splashed everywhere,
red and red and red,
everything seems to fade away,
but red, oh red, you never will forget,
red, oh red, you never will forget.
Memories are dancing,
a drunken dance to say at least,
if you take a trip down there,
surely you will meet,
Memories are dancing,
a drunken dance to say at least,
if you take a trip down there,
surely you will meet,
All these special women,
all these perfume whiffs,
all the cigarette smoke,
and all the tunes that I miss,
All mistakes I'm making,
all mistakes that I'll do,
never make a difference,
they keep me thinking of you.
All mistakes I'm making,
all mistakes that I'll do,
never make a difference,
they keep me thinking of you.
There's ashes in the ashtray,
there's dust in someones eyes,
all the sweet talking,
bullshit blown into their minds.
They call themselvs lucky,
loved, when they are lost,
but I ask you at what price,
what the service costs.
They call themselvs lucky,
loved, when they are lost,
but I ask you at what price,
what the service costs.
They call themselvs lucky,
loved, when they are lost,
but I ask you at what price,
what the service costs.
I guess the times are changing,
ain't all romance and pulp,
if you feel like fucking,
Pablo says just fuck.
You wanna see the world,
I guess you're eager for a change,
but she know nothing 'bout changing.
Now I always stop at sketching,
ain't no colours that I love
ain't no red, ain't no red, ain't no red.
Now I always stop at sketching,
ain't no colours that I love
ain't no red, ain't no red,
Now I always stop at sketching,
ain't no colours that I love
ain't no red, ain't no red.
I cried a little on time as she was late for a plane,
she just left for Paris or maybe just for Spain.
I cried a little on time as she was late for a plane,
she just left for Paris or maybe just for Spain.
Didn't mind that it was over
She's the one who always came
She just left for Paris of maybe just for Spain
Didn't mind that it was over
She's the one who always came
She just left for Paris of maybe just
I guess the times are changing,
ain't all romance and pulp,
if you feel like fucking,
Pablo says just fuck.
Now I always stop at sketching,
ain't no colours that I love
ain't no red, ain't no red.ain’t no red
Now I always stop at sketching,
ain't no colours that I love
ain't no red, ain't no red. ain’t no red
A confident blend of emo, pop, and hardcore from the rising Philadelphia band, featuring introspective lyrics and churning melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2022
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
