Everything you've loved about this place won't ever change as long as you remember it's the things you do, I still can't remember the directions to places that used to be where we were, and the things we did there. I've forgotten all the small things that made these places unique to me and you.
And all those things your parents told you won't always come true, and you know it's the things you do, I still can't remember all the reasons why when I called in the middle of the night, too drunk to drive, you'd still be my ride.
You are the reason I lost my keys (I lost my grip but never let go) and missed the breeze of the summer air you were breathing from your bony skinned knees. And the waves that crashed into me so I couldn't see (and I found) my way home. Wipeout.
This is why there's still a reason for you to believe things could change and get better for us. And I want you to know I loved you more than I ever loved myself and that's not saying much. I wish I could be as high as when we both realized the feeling's still mutual.
You might be the octopus' garden or the girl with diamonds in her sky,
but that road was too long and winding and analogies run out as time goes by.
I've grown on the knowledge I'm an asshole, but there's still hope, at least that's what coach told me.
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024