Take over the front porch,
I swore I'd never be coming back to Boston.
Down the street and insecure
from her naked room, her naked room, her naked...
Another flash of memory, a bombshell burst
takes us onto the floor,
on tour, in love, while Crispy jacks the bed together.
On the front porch we hide,
best friend fights, push it off to the side
It all unfolds and I'll stay, I'll say what I say.
"She looked beautiful that night,
but another phone call won't make it right."
Beer and a shot, I feel alright,
but her naked room is far away.
She didn't mean to lie, just pass the time,
and it's coming true, it's all coming back,
Disaster, I don't want mine,
in my mental state and the bottle's taste,
Disaster, I don't want mine,
and she won't decline for those types of guys,
Disaster, I don't want mine.
I'm on my own, I'm out for you.
An easy-to-love combination of emo and jangle pop, the first full album from Spirit Night in eight years feels bathed in a golden glow. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2023