Forgive me if I smoke but it's all I got left
Forgive me for my anger it's in my blood my death
Forget that I don't listen I'm so easily distracted
Walk with me and try to pretend that my life is not abstracted
Forgive me when I act as if I was a boy
But life and love don't work with me so easy to destroy
The feeling of confusion it's dark and no one speaks
I suffer from delusions and there ain't no stopping me
Now it's late at night and I'm still desperately haunted
The headlights' reflections remind me I'm unwanted
Bodiless waves of death engine sounds the bell
I climb the stairs alone and dread it opens up my hell
Dead stoned starving...
I know that I seem crazy or random like a storm
But I was left abandoned by those who made me born
I didn't ask to live but I can still so slowly die
So please love me while you can fore I hit one more high
My phone is now dead I had to cut that long wire
I sit in the dark and smoke just me and the fire
Bringing the enlightened thoughts of who I really am
On the street I hear the people but I don't give a damn
And I know you tried so hard so forgive all my excuses
The hate in me won't go away and that what makes me do this
Were you careful with my feelings? Did you love with all your heart?
I can't get the intent when your love it falls apart
So run back to your mama the warmth of her bosom
I'm so far gone my mind and body are too numb
Forget that you knew me and find some happiness
I'm too tired to live I'm too weak to carry this
Don't cry in your pillow like this was some doomed love
My hands are too hard and sore for those kid gloves
I'm tied up in tarot fortunes blown in lost dreams
I can't buy the delusions I can't get off the G
When your conscience tells you that palace is fake
You wake up and see nothing left to forsake
I can't never be your lover I ain't no Apollo
I'm big asshole like Pablo Picasso
Dead stoned starving...
Maybe I'm too real I just can't forge this
Don't come to me like you're some kind of reformist
Women could not resist that Pablo Picasso
Personality don't matter when you got the chirazo
But I can't create I have no art or integrity
I'm only the best at being my own enemy
So cut another picture out of your teen magazine
Why the hell it means something remains to be seen
There ain't no frog there ain't no Prince Charming
Only me in the dark dead stoned and starving
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