True South from Slate Violet by The Angry Lisas

V1
We tore the old maps off the wall.
Pinholes scattered, edges worn.
There are places we should have been by now.
Tethered faith has left me spent.
I’ve grown resentful of myself.
And all the things I wish that I could still believe.

V2
Cobblestone and older paths.
Winding back on covered tracks.
Every time I try to leave I end up staying one more night.
The maps were crumpled up and torn.
Pulses beating south to north.
We were lost and found with hearts true south,
and the scars still burning.

Chorus
Sorrow break me, and teach me how to stand back up on my own.
Come and take me, you know I’m way too cynical to let this go.
And I’m nothing like I used to be, just white noise.
I used to stand so fervently with my chin held high.
I wish that I still had faith, but I need more to get me by.

(I wish that I could say I still had faith, but you could always tell when I was lying.)

(I wish I could say I still had faith, but I ain't been sleeping well at night.)

• Alternative
• Rock
• indie
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• Portland