Wet Wings from American by Big Bad Buffalo

The canvas is just enough to break my fall- too bad this, it's all my fault

I step back and my vision is gone and I only see black and I never knew my name but in time never knew pleasure or pain and I tripped and fell face front.
I tripped, fell face front.
Now I'm hyper-renovating and my vision is kinda blunt yeah

I'm lost and all that's left is a head full of mirrors
Sifting through the keys, trying to deface my brain and I gotta see it clearer
But isn't it a shame that my eyes are black and I'm all I've got to blame and
I'm lost, nowhere near my blunt frame of vision yeah

The canvas, is just enough

Calm the sea, I'm your man
and I know that I'm not your first plan

Do what you want to me

• Punk
• alternative rock
• beep boop
• math rock
• whats in a genre?
• San Diego