Hard Erase by Worn-Tin

Cigarette below my face
Leave me out when I’m ashamed
Tell me I should have a baby
One that I can hardly raise
Tell me when I’m in the zone
Put me in a broken phone
Cut me up and then hard erase (x2)

(Break)

Piece of heart or Peace of mind
Like I said a thousand times
Draw a picture here instead
Find a diner in disguise
Rip apart the other place
Of the ones beneath your face
Turn it off its hard erase
F**k me up and then hard erase

Is it something
Is there nothing
There! Its way below the pain
It seems to be going
Every feeling
Has no meaning
There its right there on the page

(Guitar Break)

Like the flock a paradox
You make me feel like dying off
The cinder stone and beast with bones
Your tired eyes keep coming home

In the garden of the fray
With all the lives that don’t relate
It only piles into waste
Till the boxes start to break
Some say its better in the end
Whatever happened to your friends
Count the seconds build the grave
Knock me up and then hard erase

Is it something
Is there nothing
There! Its way below the pain
It seems to be going
Every feeling
Has no meaning
There its right there on the page

There in the alley
Deep down the odyssey
Oh how the fields may grow
I know you know
I’m just an actress
Waiting for my parking spot
I want it all to go
The markets up
Mike and his wife are working on a fantasy
Oh how your life will go
I know you don’t know
What you’re missing when the lights burn out and the
Kids all see what a fire you’ve been foraging (x2)

• Alternative
• British Rock
• alternative rock
• art rock
• bedroom
• bedroom rock
• garage rock
• indie
• indie rock
• lo-fi indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles