i've got the shit in my backpack and we feel unsafe
lights riding bicycles invading our dark space
in visions, we're eye to eye and both focused so well
i think it's you, collapsing in my arms, you melt
meet me in the backyard
you still love a ghost and we still smell the cigarettes she smokes on cool wind when i look up to your moon
and i pull you down to rust
if you let me know you too well, i could fucking hurt you
so bad
staring down at grass and broken glass, what a useless view
you're not from where i'm from but i know you
you're so soft on me, now
still so small to me, i can't believe
smoking on the back porch
inadequate, all too aware
you breathe it in like sulfur
it tastes like shit and i look to your moon
you're always changing size and when you are weak, i cry
if you let me know you too well, i could fucking hurt you
so bad
come out from underneath
you are terrified and too alive and i can see your teeth straight through your lips
your skin is drawn so thin and i will fucking hurt you, as soon as i can see your moon
Plinky shoegaze-inflected guitar rock confronts the world with both nihilism and hope on the sophomore release Philadelphia band Knifeplay. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 1, 2022