Stamps from Joel Alas by Joel Alas

Inky arms reveal a tale
Where I'v been the night before
I wear my stamps like battle scars
Countless checks on countless doors

Sunday morning revelations
Vanish not with soap but time
My conscience clears as stamps remove
From these inky arms of mine

Sleepy eyes to morning wake
Funeral the night before
My head will do nothing but ache
Say to myself what's it worth

(Chorus)

Search for pills in every drawer
Empty packets nothing more
Apothekes are always closed
on the days you need them most

Sunday morning revelations
Ibuprofin helps rewind
My conscience clears as stamps remove
From these inky arms of mine

• Acoustic
• Alt County
• Homo
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• Punk
• Queercore
• Berlin