sms from frost by Purepleaser

There was no tell tale
there was no sign
seemingly, over night
i woke up and all of my heroes were gone
so i
Donned my sunday’s best
dressed to self-impress
i took a long hard look in this mirror of mine
and in seconds time, i became everything i ever wanted to be
see
i will always fall
i will always rise
i will never be anything less than divine
so say the gods in the neon lights
success is seeing my soul soar in hi fi
one day
at a time
one day
one night
at a time

the world moans
on a spinning axis
no begging to jump off
learn to relax
this, head needs some time, time to unwind
to find the heart, she said
swallowed in plaque
it’s a memorandum of no turning back
that point undefined
but where she goes, i’ll never know
whoa whoa who
swallow me whole, so
swallow me, soundhole, so
the sun it beams, wash my soul
little me

maybe the mask
helps us to breathe
maybe it clouds so we can’t see
so, Major Tom was a Tommy gun
a Torch to light the way
or to scorch the trail
we leave behind when all else fails
oh, what have we done?
what have we become?
more than this, i hope
our selfish ghosts
swallow me, so
swallow me, soundhole
the sun it beams, wash my soul
little me,
over
over
and out

• Alternative
• dream pop
• indie
• melodic
• wistful
• Chicago