traitor, she's just a little traitor
you don't wanna do what you came to do
but she'll just keep cheatin on you
you know its hard to be alone
but you must honor the despair
or don't you know that it belongs there
now the hiking trails don't have her lecturing you on beauty
no one should ever do that
and a lot of the times were bad
you know its hard to be alone
but i went off and cut my hair
now you've got nothing to run your hands through
on strange hot days in the westwood courtyard
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019