Wren from Flicker by Paper Beat Scissors

Wasted in the morning like your sleep-eyed majesty
The feeling in the stomach, is it rising up to be:
That I know that I shouldn't, but I'll call you, anyway
As if it's too be

He's talking to the puddle with the steeple on its side
Your father started crowing, cos he didn't like the site
Of all of these cliches bounding around my room
My filter's on the blink

I've won another battle now I think I'd better leave
But all the seats are taken, so you're stranded next to me
Now it seems as if the cynicism's eating you alive
Feed it to me

You snuck into my present with appalling energy
Smashing all the china as you go
I've never got a minute, but I've lasted all this time
Leave it for me

I've been scratching your names in the toilet walls
"a figure of hope" she said, from all that was before
"As if I wasn't tired of everyone's advice
you've started catching fire"
nauseous and tired

He never thought that you were leaving for something better
You never asked him why he couldn't stay
Making decisions that will weigh on you forever
"is this all platitudes?" I couldn't say
"I get so nervous from just looking out the window, but you've got yourself an offer, now you can't say no"
"He called your bluff with your city boy, he said that you've been a silly girl"
Why do you hide all of this?

• Acoustic
• electronic
• experimental
• Montreal