sunday's jammers from botanical castings by the lentils

sunday's jammers might forget their names
but still i wouldn't face up
to a pocket full of blame

the smell of your trumpet still tortures my room
but i just wanna get some sleep
i don't wanna know the truth

but one of these days i won't pretend

well the rappers might freeze and the raphaelites might melt
but still i wouldn't have the balls
to be honest with myself

i think the birds should shut up and go back to bed
cause i'm listening to the rolling stones
and i don't want that backbeat to ever end

but one of these days i won't pretend

one of these days i'm gonna question my movies
one of these days i'm gonna get my shit together
and learn to put up my hands

maybe we could meet up in a year or two
and maybe i'd be kinder
and maybe you'd be too

but by then my sense of timing might be too obscure
and my arms too full of memories
of the living room floor

but one of these days i won't pretend

seems the reason for my pleasure is the reason for my pain
but my memory sucks
and i don't think i'll ever change

but i broke my last mirror seven years ago today
and my hands are feeling hectic
like the rhythm might just be saved

but one of these days i won't pretend

• ASMR rock
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• underwater pop
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