She’s looking good with pimples popped
With visible scars and confidence
And puss
She looks boss
Suspended in same old shit, I wish I was cold
I was spotted when she called
Over the the phone
Was shown my tone
I’m adequately shown
By a face that’s frozen
There’s a ton of light covering the lame
It’s just my eyes that are mundane
I say let me be
More than apathy
I say it’s easy
I need to grip easi-
-er, than I’m holding
It’s cold and unfeeling
Is it wicked not to care? Frances Chang's layered, strange experimental pop recalls Lisa Germano in its pursuit of meaning in a sad world. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 2, 2022