Your habits are roads to where you never meant to go
Your fingerprints are grooves deep as craters on the moon
You're blurring all the lines that are growing round your eyes
Your fingernails are filthy as you point up to the sky
The garden gate is closed you left a handwritten note that says
I'm going home please come back tomorrow
Your parents put a notice in the local lost and found
Your angry baby sister burned the hen house to the ground
Your children went to live with someone elses family when they knew you weren't coming back, you could at least have told them that
You wonder if they will forgive you guess you'll have to wait and see,
When days are cold and lonely you can sit and read your diary
The pages lined with words you wrote so many times it hurts, i know i must be true to me, i must be true to me
Pairing lo-fi indie rock with silvery folk instrumentation, the self-described "bedroom pop wizard" casts a cozy, poignant spell. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2024
Delicate and personal folk-pop from Castle Theater: honest observations and reflections presented as thoughtful, well-written miniatures. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 4, 2022