i feel like a fraud, i feel like I’m waiting to get caught
i feel a hand on my shoulder
it feels like a ruse, i feel like I’m running with no use
i want to be told that its over
i can’t sing the same songs for too long
you need to trust me a little bit
i can write the same lines till they sound all wrong
and just hang above me a little bit
are we cool now? are we alright?
i won’t ask to remember this
are we cool now? can you get the light
there goes eight months i'll never miss
it feels like a dream, you hold me together at the seams
so how do i get so distracted
it feels like a bruise that i could uncover if i choose
im writing it down to redact it
i’ll tilt at this thing for way too long
you need to trust me a little bit
i’lll burn every page until its all long gone
it won’t look the way you remember it
Hit the dancefloor with the pulse-quickening latest from Bob Foxx, intergalactic electronic music with razor-sharp grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2024