I'm taking pictures of the people that belong on my wall. Just to remind myself of the way it was last fall, when I could sleep. I can't sleep. And I can't do this, Em. You're fading and I've turned to black, as far as I can tell. No, I can't do this, Emily. You can't just put your trust in me, I'll fail you once again.
Once again I fade to black, it's too late to call. It's too late and nothing will ever be the same at all.
I'm restless like the summer, worn out like father's day cards. Dripping from top-floor windows, I threw up blood and crashed my car.
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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
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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