And we don't have to pretend that we know who I am
We don't have to pretend that we still have plans
When we lost all of them
When we lost ourselves
I want to die
I want to cry yanna
Do you believe me?
Or do I have to talk a lot?
And that place that you hate
I left you there
I don't believe that you ever cared
And that's great for real
Go you
I believe in every thing you do
And I'll hurt myself
I believe you
And we don't have to pretend that we understand
When we don't understand
When we don't understand
We don't have to pretend
We don't know what I am
When I am what I am
And I'm still a mess
When the world's greatest love is lost and gone
Has died like the East and cried like your eyes
I want to die
I want to cry yanna
Do you believe me?
Or do I have to talk a lot?
And that place that you hate
I left you there
I don't believe that you ever cared
And that's great for real
Go you
I believe in every thing you do
And I'll hurt myself
And I'll hurt myself
I believe you
The Detroit group fuse dark Americana with pulsing industrial electronics for a potent mix perfect for the goth club floor. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2019
Stef Chura’s debut “Messes” seems straightforward on its surface, but her unpredictable song structures give it depth and edge. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 7, 2017