Lie to me, say you can leave without me finding out
Lie over my head, just say that you’re over me again
Cry all on my floor, let the water wash the dirt out the door
I don't believe for a second
No I don't believe
I don't believe for a second that you’ve gone
So blame me all you want, you and I both know it would always end like this
So cry, let your water wash the dirt out the door
To call, to call you know it’s a waste of your time
To call to call, you know it's a waste of your time
When all is fall you know it's a waste of your time
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2016