ALBUM REVIEW: Joyce Manor – I Used To Go To This Bar
Well, whatever it was, I’ll live without it.
Well, whatever it was, I’ll live without it.
Gnashing teeth, white knuckles.
As the Earth began to fade I saw you levitate.
I want you to know that I created my own hell.
“Can you feel that soil covering your coffin?”
I wanna burn through the atmosphere, soar like a meteor tonight.
I don’t know if I believe – but maybe you can teach me how to heal?
So tell me… what were you paid? Did you find out the worth of your soul?
You are my song, and you are where I want to be.