the closure that i gave you, i regretted it
great news: thursday still rips live, and there are still pits at thursday shows, and i nearly busted my ass, and they played my favorite song, and i screamed my lungs out :)
when you leave, you leave nothing but broken hearts
i dream of a cleansing wave; set me free.
i just want to be something more than the mud in your eyes
the old gospel choir // modern baseball
i carry your image, your grandfather's coffin,
and Ed, if you hear me, i think of you often.
that's all i can offer; that's all that i know how to give.
and your voice in the back of my head, wishing things could be quiet
suffocate – knocked loose ft. poppy
the seed that it nurtured was a wilted bouquet
i feel like i can only write emo music because i'm not actually angry enough about anything to make authentic punk or hardcore. i can't muster indignation or even snark
i make emotional music || sXe || climber, skater, dnder || i mostly post music i like
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