Hollow from Hollow/ Annapurna by Ian Wayne

Stupid 28s
Making like soap, having bad taste
Drain my cup and finish my plate
Get me out of here
If I sold my soul
for all of the money left in rock 'n' roll
All of those $500 would go straight to gasoline
I want to cut the dental floss that's tied between me
and the scene

Sleep in late, wash my face
Another day of small defeats has put me quietly at ease
I can't do it, I shouldn't do it

But would you care to explain
Care to explain
When your heart goes hollow
Is it at me?
And would you take my lip
When I sing from it?
Or is the whole thing hollow
all around me?

When the full-length comes along you'll change your mind
When the full-length comes along you'll change your mind

• Rock
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Queens