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Night fell on me writing this and I ran out of paper
so I crossed the name out at the top of the page.
Not sure why Iâm even writing this. But I guess it feels right.
It sort of feels like I have to-like an exorcism.
I guess that makes me sound crazy but thatâs alright.
Lately I feel like I might be, not that Iâve heard any voices or anything.
Just like that everyday kind, where you forget things you shouldnât
and you think too much about death.
Maybe you know what Iâm talking about.
Or maybe you would have known? Or had known?
Is it once knew? I donât know what tense to use.
I know I never used to feel like this.
I used to never think of death or hear voices.
I used to feel Like everything was perfectly in order, a normal life,
but I guess then came a departure.
That I know you understand (or wouldâve understood?).
I guess things changed after that, and Iâm mostly scared now.
But itâs there in the stories, or whatever they are.
You can see it. Anybody could if they could Look.
I wrote some notes in the margins explaining it.
The rest is in between lines or in the fine Print.
First, the feeling of abandonment, then trying to cope.
Then death and hope and the thing Itself, waiting for me.
Itâs all there in the pages ahead of here. Itâs there waiting for you.
Or for me. Iâm not sure.
The whole story.
- Álbum:
- Wildlife
- Never Come Undone (Split)
- Here Hear III (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Rooms Of The Houses
- Thirteen
- Tiny Dots
- Rooms of the House
- Vancouver
- Soundsupply La Dispute Tour Drop
- Paste Sampler 134
- Daytrotter Session
- A Comp for Mom
- BBC Maida Vale Session 2014
- For Mayor in Splitsville - Single
- Stay Happy There - Single
- Stay Happy There
- Whatever Nevermind
- Searching For A Pulse/The Worth Of The World
- Searching For A Pulse / The Worth Of The World