Pockmarks '24 by Timi Tamminen

Pockmarks on moon's skin
You are sitting inside your car
The frozen frame in the night
Wondering just how far you'd be able to drive
The arsenic pen droops from your mouth
Trust is a weakness
Lies enticed you like a siren's serenade made of cyanide
Should listen to your mind
"If it's too good, just run"
It's a flytrap waiting to go off

No more waiting
No more wasted time

Pockmarks on moon's skin
You are driving around in the night
Phone vibrating in the glovebox
Afraid of leaving but afraid to stay around
It's time to fight, jump into the fire
You're still thinking out loud "all this time I was blind"
"I'll say it first, it's over,
I'll never run back into your Venus arms"
It's detox time
No parting words
Your patience has run out

No more waiting
No more wasted time

• Alternative
• Nordic Soul
• Rock
• folk
• folk rock
• nordic
• nordic folk
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• Finland