It’s been a quiet, tiring week, perfect for listening to The Weepies.
With lyrics like these:
The metal straps upon my knees made this sound when I fell
You heard those words from your peers, I was just your volunteer.
And these:
How your life cuts me, it cuts to my bone.
We pretend that it’s nothing, when we’re on our way home.
And I wish you’d abandon me here so I could be your volunteer.
It’s hard not to feel it all. Listen to The Weepies’s Volunteer here.
