I'll wake my eyes when it's time,
it's been a year and I'm getting tired of waiting up for you.
I'll hold your hand when you come down,
God knows this is the last sad song you're getting out of me.
Hold my head up so I can see right past your bullshit
and this tired conversation is going nowhere.
I'll amputate my arms so I'll never reach out to yours again.
I felt the sun set lying in a cornfield with Devin.
Coastlines turn to canvases before our eyes.
Letters sent stamped with goodbyes.
When I wake up I see painted birds that represent something that's become nothing. We've become nothing.
What once helped me breathe is eating my lungs and choking me up.
"People that we think we love, it's them we cannot trust."
So, I'll move to Portland by myself. Buy some furniture and silverware, and eat dinner all alone. I'm sorry for complaining all the time, this'll be the last time that I write. Just like I said, I won't pick up the phone.
i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth
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