Are We Running

A smeared guitar tone opens like a dream half-remembered — corroded, luminous, suspended somewhere between waking and sleep. Mk.gee's production on this track pools reverb into the low end until the whole thing feels submerged, each chord change arriving like pressure shifting in water. His voice stays close and slightly off-axis, confessional without announcing itself, carrying the exhaustion of someone who keeps asking a question they already know the answer to. The lyric circles the edge of a relationship that has become pure inertia — movement mistaken for progress, urgency mistaken for meaning. There's a Neil Young nervousness in the guitar work, but processed through something more contemporary and dissolute, like a VHS dub of a folk record. The song doesn't build toward resolution; it spirals. Best heard alone late at night, windows fogged, when you're not sure if you're escaping something or just moving — and whether the distinction still matters.