The summer at your parent's house.
We had the fucking time of our lives.
We woke up on the kitchen floor, and screamed our lungs empty.
The movie in my head went black just as your skin started slipping away. The sleepless summer syndrome coursing hot wax through my veins. Those long rides home I wouldn't trade for anything.
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