I spent most days running mistake to mistake
i waste most nights inside of her head
and i talk to her friends but they never seem happy
i talk to mine and they always feel the same
so i wonder if the time would just slow down for a second
so i could just step back and catch my breath
i don't wanna believe that my intentions are anything drastic
im just saying what i think and what i think is that i should not speak
cause when the friends that you love become the friends that you hate
god, i could really use an escape.
so im coughing out chemicals as i step to her brownstone
and my eyes are getting red but i tell you its just from the weed
god i really don't wanna talk about my past or my family
so as far as you know, i was born just today in your bed
but my stories are vague, and they always tend to traaaaaii….
plus you know i cant afford the attention you pay.
so i slip outside to clear my head, regain my composure
by the time i come back back, thank god you're already asleep.
and when the friends that you love become the friends that you hate
god, i could really use an escape.
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020
The new EP from Scottish songwriter Alec Bowman_Clarke goes deep, setting vulnerable lyrics to gentle melodies & stripped-back arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2021