Folk, Poppy, organic, indie, lo-fi, laid back, easy going, simple, upbeat, ballad, Acoustic guitar, bass guitar, strings, violin, fiddle, female vocals, lyrics
Take your pretty time drawing that dividing line,
collecting all your consonant rhymes
til everything seems perfect.
Hitchhike with hypocrites with borrowed fame and surly wits,
and learn to talk some glorious shit
til everything seems perfect.
Oh what a wild campaign
to hate the things you cant explain.
Why should I take my tea with one who rolls their eyes at me,
and spreads bad news like potpourri?
Oh how stale the scenery becomes for those who disagree
with one, and all and everything
its never gonna be perfect.