Almost Angelic

Driving Around the 7-11 Parking Lot

Spite and Scotch Are a Wicked Mix

Things Feel Abstract and Distant

Awkward Drink with Your Ex

The Synth in This Club Numbs Me Out

Waiting for the Surgeon

Power in the Form of Self Belief

Waking Up from a Nightmare

In the Middle of Suburbia at Noon

Under the Strobe Lights and Cigarette Smoke