I've got no cigarettes so I just plead
To broke men in gas stations, "Buy some for me"
'Cause I am not old enough, I'm not eighteen
So I'm sorry, sir, but I have no ID
The tobacco it tastes good, the smoke it smells nice
The nicotine helps me on those sleepless nights
And I'm killing myself, but I don't really care
It's hard to worry when you're not really there
And I am here smoking with friends and we talk
Late nights about how we killed God in our thoughts
And how we are older but we're not alive
And how we don't see ourselves past twenty-five
This is the first album we recorded together. It's terrible and there are a lot of mistakes, but if you want to see where we came from, Jupidy is the place to start. Swim Moms
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024