Raindrops from 296 Days by The Smoking Room

Raindrops, hot box. Forgetting to set my alarm clock. I've been strung out for the best part of six years now. Here's me, I'm at home, but you don't ever think about it at all. If you ask me, you're not different, you are a completely different person now.

And raindrops, they're outside. Watch as the hours just slip by. My dad, he's an arsehole who decided that we weren't worth the hassle. Do you see him in these eyes? It's why I've got to go run and hide. Well you left, I know that's true, so I don't owe you a thing dude.

But oh, woah, it gets weird nearly night. Woah, woah, on June 16th or just all my life.

But how do you sleep at night, I have been dying to know, for right now it feels impossible. And I haven't seen you in four years. I am sad, I'm scared, I'm defeated, with genetically inherited demons. Well I'm drowning with all this freedom, is it too late for my childhood's revenge?

And raindrops, they're outside. Watch as the hours just slip by. And raindrops, they're outside, watch as my life it just slips by.

• Alternative
• emo
• indie
• indie rock
• lo-fi emo
• uk emo
• London