Calla – Pulverized from Collisions (2005) /brooding indie rock/
I gave you several reasons; you drowned in sympathy
I gave you room to breathe in; you held your trust in me
Just forget it, I’ll regret it
Quote me on the first, Cause the worst is to come
Don’t believe it, You don’t need it
Forget every word that I said that you heard
Night fell hard and heavy, distorting the stoop with ugly smears of unlight. Crushing the birds and their songs and the red wisps of sunset. Tugging my face into a frown. Crickets warble drunkenly into my eardrums and the suffocating heat oozes on. The thoughts tapping my head are morose and sluggish like the air around me. I thread the lies and miscommunications into a cheap cloth and throw it over my face. Stubborn detachment numbs my fingers. My knees are cold.