Videotape by ctrl + me

no videotape in the microwave background
not that i'd want one
but is it a porno

looking at the streetlight out the window
hear the static from the tv set
play me the feeling
play me escape

and tell me your gut wrench heart ache skin bare hair braid truth
give me your anger
give me your hell

and show me your stick poke hide out skin bare hair braid truth
run up the dirt road carrying the sharp pain down your spine

i got the cheap drugs if you got the will to live and not die
i got your backpack over my shoulder
show me your truth

no videotape, just a freckle below my chin
you flick my nose up, i heard your laughing
see you running out the window
through the static of an old cassette
i felt your body, i felt your pain

so give me your grit teeth old pine hand shake skin bare truth
dive in the water, split me in two

and give me your sun light cool touch skin bare hair braid truth
you can sleep when its over, let go of the slow rush up your spine

you said my nickname starts with an L and ends with an I
but i got your backpack, over my shoulder
show me your truth

• Electronic
• dance
• folktronica
• indie pop
• lofi
• pop
• Melbourne