Dying, I’m dying, I’m dying to tell you
That I have been feeling this noxious for years
Holding my face in your hands, I am swelling
Fighting back honesty through misplaced fears
Oh, my lungs collapsed
Oh, my hands how they were hidden
Lost my senses in the grass
In August, makes your skin so sticky
Trying, I’m trying, I try to get past this
I’ll tell everyone that it isn’t your fault
We all find solace in things that we’ve buried
Shrouded in dissonance, veiled by default
Oh, my lungs collapsed
Oh, by morning it was broken
Left my thoughts back in the past
In August, makes your heart hang heavy
Perfectly past tense of passive aggressive
Try to extract what I know isn’t there
And you say I’m heedless, I know I’m distracted
It’s just that everyone seems to be leaving these days
Oh, and these plans collapse
Oh, my good intentions falter
Scars that form on my kneecaps
In August, the remnants go unspoken
The latest from sean thornton explores dark themes, but they’re handled with a delicate grace in these beautiful bedroom pop songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2022