Omfg from Yikes Almighty by Walter Mitty and His Makeshift Orchestra

Oh my fucking god
I can’t believe she died
She hung herself in the living room of her ex-husband’s bride
And all our pretty tears
Fall like acid rain
They’re drying up the Amazon and giving it your name

In some salty corner of the night I play guitar
And I won’t come home even if there’s a light on

My friends up on the pink cloud think I’m masking for insane
Was it true love on the interstate or just co-dependent games?
In Appalachian twang she whispers Satan on the phone
A ska band in the alleyway off Desolation Rd.

In some salty corner of the night I play guitar
And I won’t come home even if there’s a light on
And I don’t recall crawling back into our bed
To hold a ghost to your head past your bedtime
Well it is past your bedtime
It is past your bedtime

It makes a lot of sense
Pat needed a hug
Now he’s got a LinkedIn
And he’s fully off the drugs
Don't ask him about the streets
Cult underground icon
Don't tell him you relate to anything
He just sold his last guitar

And I’m on my own, for now, maybe for long
And I don’t wanna know if she leaves a light on
If she leaves a light on, if she leaves a light on…

• Alternative
• folk punk
• indie pop
• indie rock
• surf
• surf emo
• California