Artichoke from RX by Sugar Pond

Short of breath
Saving up all your strength
But who's look at you in the mirror
When it's down to sudden death?
Waking up just in time
Then stepping back into your mind
Why pretend that you can be useful
when you can sit back like it's some kind of crime?

Falling apart,
you're falling apart
But when there's someone at the end of the street
That's when you find a new place to start

It's too old
Your soul is sold
Leave it all
Move uncontrolled
Tear me back down and I'll go home
Just give me a reason to go home

A white room with a 2 inch display
Nothing there but nothing done today
But right as you're starting towards it you hear a sound
And he's waiting at the door
And he says it's time to go and you reluctantly oblige
But where's it gonna be tonight?
Way out in space, or in the pines?

Moving around, and then
Falling back down
What do you do when you suddenly find
your inner strength is something to hide

It's too old
Your soul is sold
Leave it all
Move uncontrolled
Break me back down and I'll go home
As soon as I get out of this chokehold

• Hastings On Hudson
• Rock
• attic rock
• indie pop
• indie rock
• post-rock
• Brooklyn