i remember when my sister was three or four i hid her bag of crayons because she was being a little shit. the thing is... im twenty years older than her. why did i do that, right?
don't judge me.
well. what reminded me of that high point in my life is Sister Crayon.
i don't really need to explain their sound. if you're here, you're going to like them.
well loved (mp3)