Say it, that I’m scared of everything
Blame it on a fear of my failing
Naked truth is too rich for my blood
Taste it and you’ll know what I’m made of
I don’t feel so good when you say you’re in love
Bite my lip just so to taste a little blood
And I can’t make this right
I can’t win this fight
Say it, that I’m cowardice proclaimed
Fake it, I wear my mask most everyday
Hate it that I only see your face
Painted with you looking so ashamed
I don’t feel so good when you say you’re in love
Bite my lip just so to taste a little blood
And I can’t make this right
I can’t win this fight
I don’t feel so good when you say you’re in love
Bite my lip just so to taste a little blood
And I can’t make this right
I can’t win this fight
I can’t make this right
So I’m giving in tonight
Avi Buffalo had a hand in producing this cassette of Lowpines' serene, self-described "Lo-fi-Anglo-Americana pop songs." Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 28, 2016
The former Woods/Babies member finesses his songwriting, instrumentation and lyricism on his affecting, complex new album. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2016