Crashing by Mallbangs

he caves
why's it all the same?
turning it down
i cant handle how
soft sounds
take me back when
they looked
at you
passed you
they mistaken you

a weak heart
three floors and you take the part
echoing in my head
please dont even start
in these halls
like a shallow pause
it brings upon the stalled
crashing, asking when they
just misplaced you

a crowded room
seats emptied with a cup to prove
as an act to pout
consuming all the doubts
a bent up face
cracks for a place to stay
as the lights blind
and you walk away
please take me there
please make this fair

• Alternative
• alternative
• bedroom
• electronic
• experimental
• grunge
• indie
• indie rock
• original
• pop
• rock
• singersongwriter
• underground
• Atlanta