If you had the chance/
to fix the things you do/
to fix who you are/
would you?
or could you bare/
knowing you've become
so emotionally detached
from everyone and everything
you've ever loved.
I'd like to think I would.
But on these nights/
I just pull my car to the
side of the road and
cry/ until my dad calls
and tells me "son,
it's time to come home."
but my heart just stops.
my fingers won't let me go
forward/ I try to say " I'M SORRY"
for the last time.
just like the last time.
maybe I'll never understand
why I lose control/ or why I can't
find comfort in sex or god or
your pretty little smile.
It's been gnawing at my insides.
I need to untie my guts from this
knot inside my stomach and throat
it's my last bit of honesty.
I'M SORRY!
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
A post-hardcore megalith from the UK: churning guitars, spacey arrangements, and explosive vocals both screamed and sung. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2019