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and i know, we’re falling apart four months down the line. and we’re back to the start. i felt it deep within. you’re cooler than everyone else and so much taller than myself
When did each breath start to matter? More for the vacuum When did we stop turning over? Hands on a shoulder A morning sun will come To spite hollow molting Asynchronicity Where did our habits go? Where, but its half-lit glow?
this epitaph is all I dream, through all those nights spent without sleep, this stagnant pace will never last, the pain we hide within our pasts, i wonder when these moments end, content facade is my pretend, wrists have watched scars heal with time, each silver mark serves to remind.. You said shit would get better, It only ever stays the same. You said shit would get better, Nothing good ever stays. You said shit would get better, All I have are bad days. You said shit would get better, All I have are bad days. You said shit would get better, All I have are bad days. You said shit would get better, All I have are bad days. You said shit would get better, All I have are bad days.
These hands can’t
 hold the weight of this head when it falls into them. 
This chest can’t hold the weight of this heart.
 And the floorboards? 
Let’s not waste breath kidding ourselves here.

 Your bones are screaming I want out. 

How the fuck can I let go of things that won’t let go of me
Life is a book And the Author is unknown I envision that he lives in A cabin on a mountain all alone And he constantly paces back and forth Mustering up new ways To knock life off its course And the days that he feels pain We feel it too The days he is enraged We start a war without a clue Of our motive Bodies turning blue No commotion And he wonders why Along side me and you Or maybe that's just my excuse For when I'm feeling down My eccentric myth of reason why your not around My prescription To sleep safe and sound My religion of this "cat and mouse" Or maybe it's the guilt That godforsaken guilt I get When I lay down my head to rest I can't clear my head
In the car lacking conversation, you wrote our names in the condensation. Maybe we should sit and talk for a while. I just want to see you smiling. You're looking for something more. I've given you all I can afford. The key's in the ignition and you've locked the doors. I held you and we swayed to Where is My Mind in the kitchen of a party in mid-July. Later, I was surprised to find that my t-shirt had a wet shoulder from where you'd been crying. Avoiding my eyes to hide your pupils as they shrink, but battered eyelids are hard to blink. (I was your illness but you found a cure, I'll pretend that's exactly what I hoped for.) I realise, now, that I can't live without the side you've shown that no one knows. Now you've grown out of me, I hope I'm not a bad memory.


Thanks to every band that has been willing to trust me with their art, passion, and hard work. I hope I did a good job for you.


released January 1, 2017

Album Art: Stefanie Watkins


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