Rumors from Living Rooms by Twin Oaks

Packing up old picture frames as I tear these things down. I'll make sure to map out the ways from this old fucking town and I can't recognize myself. I don't see myself in any of the things I have.

And I build this home with my bare hands. I've been working and sweating, the tears, blood, and all that I am. My whole life and these years that I can't get back. No I can't get back...and they're gone now.

I said I just need some space to get my head straight.
I just need some space to get my head on straight.

They start talking among themselves, spreading rumors about my health. Everybody's wondering "Where are you going?" "Why are you leaving?" "How could you do this?" I don't know...no I don't know. Maybe I'm lying.... Okay, I'm lying

See I just need some space to get my head straight.
I just need some space to get my head on straight.

• Alternative
• acoustic pop
• dream pop
• folk
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles