California Evergreen from Narrow Hours by The Fatal Flaw

California is where she went when she was seventeen. She turned her back on Baton Rouge and swore she'd be evergreen. She found a sad little Echo Park pad she could not afford. Some would deem hers a frivolous dream, but she would not be ignored. Because the rest just didn't matter anymore. California is what she thought her dreams had granted her, but almost ten years waiting tables had disenchanted her. The hidden cost of each callback she lost served to underscore another year there in her bedroom mirror, another head shot in her drawer. And now the rest just doesn't matter anymore. Turn around, turn around, Baby Evergreen. Find the ground, find the ground, and then find yourself another kind of dream. What she learned when she finally returned was she'd lost the war, but at least she had finally made peace with the girl she'd been before. California, it doesn't matter anymore. California, it doesn't matter much.

• Rock
• indie
• power-pop
• punk
• Boston