Crack a joke that I might not get,
Until I get home and feel so upset.
It's not you at all I promise that,
It's just the pain I get in my neck in my back.
Looking for love without the love.
Draw my face on a piece of paper,
Hang it up on your wall when I can't be here.
Leave me voicemails when I'm fast asleep.
I have a sweater that you can keep.
Looking for love without the love.
Call me a loser when I say,
That I love you every single day.
Oh you're my sweetheart tho I'll admit,
That you've burned me just a teeny bit
The latest EP from Brooklyn’s Gilah is an explosion of sound and color, with oceanic guitars and dreamlike melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 14, 2020