Relapse from Relax / Relapse by Dråpe

She left her kids at home
To get some time to herself
Nothing cynical
It’s just the way we are

She came home later to
Find her son on the bathroom floor
He’d gone and shot himself
Now he is watching from above

Gone to his sisters room
as she slept like a dove
he kissed her forehead and
slowly ripped her limbs apart

He found his mothers gun
underneath her pillow
He knew just where it was
‘Cause it had been there all along

Crawling around,
we are crawling around our beds
Crawling around,
we are crawling around our beds
We’re just crawling around,
crawling around,
crawling around,
crawling around,
we are crawling around,
we are crawling around our beds

• Pop
• dream pop
• indie
• indie pop
• psychedelic
• shoegaze
• Oslo