Joanna from Season by Dead Sullivan

untold trifles
in between both your feet
so sweet
motorcycles
both of our rifles beneath
dont speak
corner stores with
cold scents of sex on repeat
so neat
so she can’t lie
maybe a bit, but we’ll see
ill see

kiss me, kiss me
Joanna, Joanna

deep in my head
held by a still sense of hope
oh no
lets take a walk
and take a look
now dont you see
ill never be
id come again
so unaware
under the stone i never had amid the air
id be alone, and id feel a cold
sink in my bones
a weight about the thoughts of you.

kiss me, kiss me
Joanna, Joanna

the only way I do get by

• Rock
• bedroom
• indie rock
• lo-fi
• Texas