I know all your friends. I'm coming to get you. I killed all your friends. I didn't forget you. I'll make a special day for you—Oh I'll make a special day for you! I feel my feet on dark rails, my friend. I don't want to ride that train again. (Yeah humans, they keep themselves up all night!) I shake awake and realize the date. There's no alchemy on this side of the gate. I mostly feel like I'm a cage
and my heart is my weakest organ. I'm so sorry that I scorched you, tortuously ignored you, it's not hate—it's hate.
You won't sleep tonight
What keeps me up at night?
The guilt, like stabbing knives.
I have a huge appreciation for texture, and sonic texture. This record's lo-fi is something so well felt, it's brilliant. I can't get over the one chord structured song, "How I spent my Summer." Heccra