Rosie Tucker | song, vocals, guitar, bass
Anna Arboles | guitar
Jessica Reed | drums
Wolfy | production
Daniel Oldham | mixing
Carl Saff | mastering
Recorded at PieTown Sound in Burbank, California
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Photo by Cecilia Sweet Coll
Artwork by Rosie Tucker
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You know the date on the oldest coin in your palm
I know the names of the flowers along the back wall
But I get afraid one of us is bluffing
The blooms they will fade
And the change will amount to nothing
Nothing at all
The laundromat's funny at two in the morning
The blonde on TV says I too can be gorgeous
And hairless, it's easy with laser assistance
I wish you would push me around in the bins
But we're talking serious
While the colors bleed
You know the full weight of every wager you've lost
I know for certain that certainty comes at a cost
But I get afraid of what I can't define
So I tally affections like nickels and dimes in your palm
Like your palm in my palm
My parents met in a laundromat parking lot
I almost tell you but then I think not to
We focus on pulling our lights from our darknesses
We separate even though we've got sparks
While the colors bleed