Moments | The peeled off postcards thoughts

[Verse - Intimate, Close-mic, Lo-fi] The peeled off postcards, Blue rubber, like gum, a sticky glue. Once so sticky and steady to the back, Now they just don't make it through. [Pre-Chorus - Rising tension, Humid atmosphere] This humid heat, the constant overstimulation... Too much noise, too much crowd, no space for me to track. [Chorus - Heavy, Distorted alternative pop, Explosive] I bought the same kind of sticky rubber glue, To try and hold my soul, my identity fixating right here... But still, they came off, each piece falling through, As if this place won't let my true self accrue. [Post-Chorus - Overwhelming wall of sound, Shoegaze guitars] Not letting the truest parts of me to come out breathing... even a little bit... [Outro - Fading away, Static hiss, Melancholic] Washing them clean away, with no more to say. [Fade out] [End]