Blinking traffic light,
Smokers huddle in the cold.
Back again.
Gum caked in the floor,
Carpet soaked with stale beer.
Back again.
There’s a picture on the wall
Of the girl who died last year.
Back again.
Pool cues all worn down,
Draft is blowing in the door.
Back again.
Fluorescent lights in the window.
More lines on my face.
Grown men wearing their high school letters.
How could I ever miss this place?
Guys who just got paid
Drinking, laughing at the bar.
Back again.
Girls, 21,
Dancing, playing with their noses.
Back again.
Never been in love,
But pretend they always are.
In a year or too
Midriffs tattooed with stretch marks.
Back again.
Fluorescent lights in the window.
More lines on my face.
Grown men wearing their high school letters.
How could I ever miss this place?
Twin is too small,
Edge is digging in my spine.
Back again.
Single threadbare sheet,
Pillow scented from a stranger.
Back again.
There’s peroxide in her hair,
And there’s bourbon on her breath.
Back again.
Dawn is here again,
Ground is frozen hard as death.
Back again.
Fluorescent lights in the window.
More lines on my face.
Grown men wearing their high school letters.
How could I ever miss this place?
Faded brick row houses.
Gasoline rainbow.
Thinking through a grey cloud hangover
Wondering where did another year go?
Dreamy vocals, pulsing rhythms, and eerie synths come together to create luxe but ominous atmospheres on the latest from Toronto's Praises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 3, 2021