This apartment used to mean
Something more than a place to sleep
The couch outside where we would sit
Might as well not exist
A toss up how long it stays away
Or whether or not I stay awake
Here I am colder than you'd think
Mornings spill into the sink
I like to have anyone else to blame
Maybe you or what's his name
Lose all track of time and have someone to miss
But the thought alone now makes me sick
One of these nights I'm gonna sleep
Under the cloud of an older me
It occurs to me like it most have you
That I enjoy a kind of abuse
A juvenile sadness that's the oldest trick in the book
And honestly I never knew what it took
Thinking about what it means to stay
In tune with my surroundings
In the moment and not so far away
Letting things bend not break
Time stopped making sense
Walking in our old neighborhood
I'm confused but focus on the good
Avi Buffalo had a hand in producing this cassette of Lowpines' serene, self-described "Lo-fi-Anglo-Americana pop songs." Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 28, 2016