Jasper holds a cubist kiss
Like a hieroglyph
Three quarters quart
The point where it breaks
My wrist
You can’t cover the pattern
Then tiptoe into the map formation
Wrought iron wrought
The smell of grey coffee flows
Through the rooms, I don’t know
I don’t know, I don’t know
Clung to the radiator
Hung from the radiator
I have wanted, I have wanted
To go
A soaring, searing blend of indie and psych rock from Soft Walls captures the highs of early romance and the lows of depression all in one. Bandcamp New & Notable May 9, 2023