Your duplicitous tongue clacked and curled as you exhaled another tale of deceit. Huffing and snorting, you nearly choke on your falsities - swallowing the vile backwater that you desperately coax me to drink.
Gasface’s “Lonely” is serene and slightly estranged - an acceptance of solitude. Near motionless, it is static introspection into reclusiveness. Never reaching a breaking point, it clings to and sustains a sense of heartbreak. Forlorn and pining - bittersweet melancholy - a lonesome lament for loss.