there's nothing left to do or say, there's no place left to go, your eyes pass right thru me, when I see you at the show. your tantrums are performance for illusions you believe the tears you cry can only dry upon the fabric of your sleeve. the street will forget you, this song will disappear, like memories of me beneath the dust upon your mirror, there's nothing left to do or say, there's no place left to go. -- No Place Left to Go from The Chemical Spray's first recordings with Parker Shambolic, what would become the Son of Broken Promises EP. | image @konekoland