Walking the line between intimate bedroom pop and an arena anthem, ‘Scar’ marks the beginning of the band’s most ambitious chapter to date.

Scar

HIGH DIVE


Original track : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-k2_Liofy8&ab_channel=LolaYoungVEVO

Lyrics :
You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees?
And I, I get what you're sayin'
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life?
Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice about
How you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 33
Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny, and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate, you hate
It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint, I'm not askin' for pages
But one text or two would be nice
And please, don't pull those faces
When I've been out working my arse off all day
It's just one bottle of wine or two
But, hey, you can't even talk
You smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out gettin' stoned at four o'clock?
And then you come home to me
And don't say hello, 'cause I got high again
And forgot to fold my clothes
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
Oh-ooh, and I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot

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Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Indie Rock, Chamber Pop, Baroque Pop, Indie, Alternative

vanity box (sometimes life just shapes like a knife)

Stormer til stillhet

latest upload: 16 july 2025, 2:24 AM

file: flora cash - catastrophic (14 july - catastrophic, you're fuckin G# minor to E) studio bounce 3, 15 july 2025

lyrics:

you chew me up…
you chew me up and spit me out
i’m tired of seeing what you’ve done
i’m tired of seeing what you won’t
i’m tired of living in your home 

i’m tired of living in your heart 
i’m tired of being what you won’t
i’m tired of being what you found  
oh oh oh oh oh oh

you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’ve got away with it often
heartache
now you should know 
that i know what you are
what you’ve done
and you can’t even pause it 
hear what you are

you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking  

stop…
being what i need
stop trying to appease
stop being who i love 
stop being who i love 

you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’ve got away with it often
heartache
now you should know 
that i know what you are
what you’ve done
and you can’t even pause it 
hear what you want

you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking…  


you’ve got away with it often
heartache
now you should know that i know what you are
what you’ve done
and you can’t even pause it hear what you are

you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’re fucking catastrophic

CATASTROPHIC

The lights blink slow on the ceiling
I fake sleep just to feel something
Your voice comes in through the static
But I know you’re not really calling

I open the door and it’s snowing
In the middle of July
The world bends in my silence
But no one asks me why

Everything I touch feels like glass
And I keep breaking in the past

I wasn’t there when it all fell down
Just a shadow on the edge of town
Left behind in a Polaroid glare
Fading fast like I was never there

I stitched stars into my sweater
So I’d feel less alone at night
But they burn holes through the fabric
Like your words through my mind

I watched the sun rise on a dead screen
Blue light washing out my dreams
I smiled in the mirror for no one
Hoping maybe it would mean something

I trace the silence in the air
Like I’m trying to prove I still care

I wasn’t there when it all fell down
Just a name in the lost and found
Echoed footsteps on a broken stair
I breathe in deep, but there's nothing there

Time is a tape stuck on rewind
I see your face but not your eyes
And every song feels like a lie
When it ends before the cry

Don’t wait for me, I’m just a glitch
In someone else’s dream
I whisper through the static hum
Like I was never seen

theres nothing there

Forgive Me

Wescoaster is a independent male artist and songwriter from Denmark, now living in Norway. With a deep passion for Reggae indie pop and rock, his music embodies unique, heartfelt lyrics all crafted and produced by the artist himself. As a digital creator, he brings the warmth and rhythm of music to life.

Stormer til stillhet

Westcoaster

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