Fall back, before you say something that you don’t mean. Like how it’s my fault the family left.
Please just fall back, before I say something I do mean. Like how your mind is gone for good.
And it’s true; nostalgia is the lowest form of conversation. But sometimes I just need to remember that this isn’t conversation. It’s a eulogy to a man still alive who’s given up on feeling.
Can you converse with the dead? Can you talk with the shell of used-to-be? Can you tell me that you’re okay? Can you please look me in the eyes when you say that every day is getting better, every day is getting better, every day is getting better…
And it’s true; nostalgia is the lowest form of conversation. But sometimes I just need to remember that this isn’t conversation. It’s a eulogy to a man still alive who’s given up on feeling anything at all.
Please don’t try, cause I’ve heard, and I know. Now I feel, and I see that you’re going, going, going, yeah you’re gone.
one of the best and most excellent midwest emo record there is! amazingly well mixed for midwest emo. waterbed from this record compared to their mv version proves how important a good mix is, because suddenly this song sounds a lot more raw yet well produced in here. singaporecentralemo
The post-hardcore band’s latest is a reflection on time, memory, death, and grief—and is their dreamiest material to date. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 22, 2019