One-Stop, Indie alternative singer songwriter, Slow tempo, sparse, simple, thoughtful, sad, depressed, stagnant, somber, longing, sporadic, warm, rock, sparse, intimate, emotional, shouting, jangly, twangy, raw, organic, reflective, introspective, atmospheric, ethereal ending, pensive, nostalgic, hipster, quiet, lofi, mellow, light, Male vocals, electric guitar, hi hats, drone, New York City, New York, United States
Broke my bones Hurt myself Damn I'm bleeding now In different ways I've tried to walk Walk away But my soul Runs my brain I guess I'll move to the west I guess I'll move to the west In the city There's a place Where I keep Our old good days I guess I'll move to the west I guess I'll move to the west