i am the words on my grocery list i remain stationary i hardly exist i'm directed down aisles where i'll just stare as you pick it's the flaw in the plan that i knew all along it's the stain on the pants that won't ever come off tie my hands to the lamp post and pray that i never get caught
sweet apple pie memory stain how i swore on my life i'd never remain
in the back of the laundromat where it last called my name sweet punctual memory games test the time that it takes me to rearrange every word on my list, the excuses i have to exist.
Terrifically edgy guitar rock defines the latest from Amos the Kid, funneling country influence through a gritty indie aesthetic. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2023