Telephone wires dripping from heavy sound
I’m alone again but I think that is how I like it
And someone’s radio voice keeps ringing in my head tonight
This strange regression, I collapse into my bed at night
In maps and photographs I have something to hold on to
I don’t wanna talk to you now, so I’ll never leave my bedroom
Cuz it hurts to remember the weekends we spent before
But now I am jaded and these memories can’t hurt me anymore
Countless Sundays drive past your house, windows down, stereo loud
Hoping you’ll see me, hear me, I’m a stalker but I am not proud
Cuz it’s easier for me to languish than to open up my mouth
I won’t tell you how I feel so my stillness weirds you out
Streets I used to recognize look more like road maps when I go
I’m too tired to run into somebody I used to know
Maybe I’ll see you later if I ever change my mind
But you won’t call and I won’t answer, it’s what happens every time
And I feel different now, more different than I ever felt back then
But I still paralyze myself so I guess high school never ends
So for now I’ll just lay here and never open my eyes
This strange regression, I collapse into my bed at night
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