Cartographers from No Obligation by The Linda Lindas

My mind beats too loud like a drum, and
I’ve heard some, they think it’s not nice

And I walk faster than you strum, with
No rhythm, we pass more than twice

And I don’t know which way to go
Wait it out and tiptoe
Trust there is time

And I’ve got bags under my eyes, it’s
Not a surprise when we speak

You can’t think of things to say but
You still stay, stood here for weeks

And you don’t know which way to go
Wait it out, pace to and fro

It’s been some time
Sha la la la la la la

My footsteps too loud like a drum, and
I’ve heard some, they think it’s not nice

And I walk faster than you strum, with
No rhythm, but you match my stride

And we don’t know which way to go
Make it up, and find the flow
Cause we got time

And I don’t know which way to go
Wait it out and tiptoe
And we don’t know which way to go
But it’ll be okay I know

It just takes time

• Punk
• garage rock
• new wave
• power pop
• Los Angeles