All your best intentions, since the rainy night that I was born.
The roads were deep in floods, when you carried me home.
Now I’m 21 years gone and I’m sorry that I’m not the man that you aspired me to be.
Leave the key out and don’t wait up for me. I’ll be home in the morning.
There's so much energy throughout Feast of Love. Walls of fuzz, a driving punk rhythm, soft yet impactful vox; their chemistry will rope you in like a high school crush. Only difference is Pity Sex doesn't flake out on you. They're right here h i d d e n l e t t e r s