If I was a snake, I'd be a cottonmouth
I'd hide in the lake and try and freak you out
Whatever I said, you'd only scream and shout at me
If I was a tramp, I'd sleep in cable cars
And I'd spend the nights holed up in hotel bars
And I'd fall asleep under the tiny star debris
So careful the ones that you waste
Leave it to me not to be forgotten
I know I'm an acquired taste
Bitter and sweet but you think it's rotten
You got it all over your face
Oh you've got a lot of feather in that jet set headdress
But that don't make you a bird
If I wasn't much, you'd make me paranoid
And if you kept in touch, I'd only disappoint
To spoon or to fork, I guess I'll flip a coin for you
A churning indie-rock meditation on relationships and personal struggle from the New Jersey band, propelled by powerhouse vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2020