I’ve been praying for something - warm sheets and a bad diagnosis, and I’m still sitting here, stoned and at home. I’ve been desperate to find it - warm eyes and two hands to revive this, but I’m still sitting here bored and alone. Stoned and at home. I wanted love, I wanted something to call my own. I wanted love, I wanted something to bring back home. You’d say I’m a sapphire in pieces, and slowly I’d start to believe it, cause I’m still sitting here stoned and at home. Sometimes the struggle’s enticing. The world stares in judgement, inside me, and I’m still sitting here bored and alone. I wanted love, I wanted something to call my own. I wanted love, I wanted something to bring back home. I wanted trust, I wanted something to call my own. You let me down, I guess that’s something to bring back home.
Teenage Wrist are a difficult band to define. Over the past eight years the act have continually evolved their sound, a process that’s peaking with …