Ball drops it’s New Years Eve again
And I’m full of fruit flies
I still haven’t taken out my trash
Body molding from the inside 

Get drunk on the memories
Spin out of control
Get drunk on the memories 
Spin out of control

This day’s filled with happy endings
And everybody’s holding funerals 
For the people that they were yesterday 
While I’m stuck here running circles  

Get drunk on the memories
Spin out of control
Get drunk on the memories 
Spin out of control
Get drunk on the memories 
Spin out of control

I tried to sew up teenage years
They’re always finding a way back in
I take the worst part of myself 
And crawl back under that skin

Get drunk on the memories
Spin out of control
Get drunk on the memories 
Spin out of control
Get drunk on the memories 
Spin out of control
Get drunk on the memories 
Spin out of control

Fruit Flies

dinny greet

Pull The Sky Inside

Songs for nights spent in the warmth of home, while outside a storm rages, wild and beautiful and loud. Also, there's a mad synth knocking on the door.

Pull The Sky Inside

Winter Aid