I hear the cartilage in our noses crunch
Eyes are closed, hair is bunched
Got your scent 100%
I’ll frequent this memory present.
Gotta stop . . . before we’re on top
Of each other till the morn
Your bodys warm . . . like sunrise
I regret taking my eyes off your eyes
the first night (yeah we might)
I heard the cartilage in our noses crunch
Our eyes were closed, our hair was bunched
Still got your scent, but 80%
It fades and there’s no supplement
Don’t wanna stop . . . Until we’re on top
Of each other till the morn
Your bodys warm . . . like sunrise
Let’s stay here till it lights the sky
Mining themes of sensuality and sadness, the artist formerly known as Kitty Pryde returns with more lo-fi, snythpop awesomeness. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 10, 2019