Your's in my throat
Mine's in your eye
Hurts when I swallow
Burns when you cry.
Prolonged goodbyes
Exhausting our roles on a mess of a stage
You asked "how long can it rain?" and I laughed in your face
Cause it pours every night, but I'll love you in phases
Til Death makes a mark on your door, handprints of blood smother my name
Your only dream keep repeating for months
You can't explain.
It's about time to make peace, then make tea, then make holy
In comfortable space where we lay around all day
But instead I was born to flawlessly fail you
Wander alone, stubbornly causing a
Lull in the cosmos
An ache through the holidays
A crack in the snowglobe, spilling everything.
Til Death makes his knock on my door, says with a shrug "gather your things."
My only dream keeps competing with yours,
I can explain.
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An absolute crunchy essential... no camping trip is complete without packing Walter!!! does it have a funny little creature on the cover? yes.. so basically 10/10 best album ever jason hankins
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024