you wrote a letter
on your confirmation
had some gushers and a coke for lunch
and two is better
when you're choking up the past
blowing cigarettes on your ash and stove
and I know you better
then to talk out of your ass
making promises when you can
when we both know, you can't keep them.
and to choose
to search for another
would push Georgia on its side
cus my love I can't deny to her
confide in your nest
on the Gulf Coast
can you justify your ghost?
snow birds shaking up their boats
it's that thin, cold air
that reminds me when I forgot my name
tooth paste covering my neck, in shame
saying, "I got to grow up, so I can drink my pain, and start my fame!"
and Jesus, you wrote me a letter
on my confirmation, said, "It sucks to be the only son."
The work of Wu-Lu straddles multiple genres, with blown-out funk bass winding beneath free-roaming vocals and gut-walloping drums. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 10, 2018