I might not end up first
Pushing me towards the top
Instead it will crumble my brain
YOu’ll have to find
difference in every straw
of both grass and hay
We have our own pace
So whyy?
Put everyone in the same race
They are always so demanding
and endlessly comparing
(they) Make you feel (so) poor
(they) Make you feel (so) poor
You have to fail to learn what they say
If you do they’ll turn away
Leaving you at the bottom
Stairs or the ladder
You don’t know if it matter
Kicked straight down again
We have our own pace
So whyy?
Put everyone in the same race
They are always so demanding
and endlessly comparing
(they) Make you feel (so) poor
(they) Make you feel (so) poor
Fronted by Grammy-nominated studio engineer Antonia Gauci, this upstart Australian trio balances radiant pop with foreboding alt-rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2024