overtime from ends by Parker Lee

it's easy to say all my arms are tired
and it's hard to forget all my thoughts respire
and there's snakes in the grass they stack up their teeth
in a dark overpass waiting for me to come through
and i walk in your jaws a well tread path for me
picking out pride that's stuck in your teeth again

i keep to the floor pedal put to heel
i breathe through a door open far from here
and there's a cold kind of light it likes to find me
amongst broken glass dying for a while
it takes me home safe and i never chase up
a route back outside, i'm comfortable and calm

pink slip around my neck

• Alternative
• Rock
• guitar
• indie
• slide
• whalesong
• York