Dead Drop from Dreamo by Teen Body

Dazed, in a week old phase
You can find the pilot light that just persists to leak

In a peaceful place
You can pawn the hours of light to get a lead
Recall the lines that you forget to read

Haze, in the weeds we pray
Weighing all the odds as if we've got the choice to leave

The engine we call fate
Is not inclined to entertain your free-will pleas
Did you expect to feel at all at peace?
Sedate. For heaven's sake
Did you forget to eat for two whole days?

But we got good lives
We can't all have good lives
But we got good lives

You don't want to be your shell
You don't want to be a shell
You don't want to be your old shell

Blazed, at a lethal age
Pray to what they told you not religiously
Burn all their lies and make them bleed

• Alternative
• brooklyn
• dream pop
• dreamo
• post-punk
• shoegaze
• New York