If I had anything resembling a soul
I would have called you when I heard the news
But I’ve been waiting for a promise to unfold
Covering up these old tattoos
If there was anyone I felt indebted to
If there was anyone that harbored my regrets
I swear Virginia that it would have been you
We’re both still feeling the effects
Mired in the what remains
Sifting through these dregs again
I see the birds that perch and watch me from the line
Out my window as the day turns to night
It seems they know something to which I have been blind
Silently they take to flight
Mired in the what remains
Sifting through these dregs again
You’re the ghost inside these walls
You’re the peak before the fall
You’re the thorn stuck in my paw
You’re my bitter tragic flaw
Mired in the what remains
Sifting through these dregs again
I’m still seventeen years old
And my story yet untold
In Adrian Snood’s songs, soulful vocals and slow-moving alt-pop swirl together to create something distinctly moving. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 1, 2023