I've been learning what goodbye means
And how it's not such a bad thing
And that some day someone will love me as much as I love them
But even though that's not today
I can keep on forward anyway
On the back of the hope and the promise
That that day might be tomorrow
Tomorrow
There's a worn spot on the floor
Where my time is mostly spent
I'm slacking like a goddamn champ
Just game shows and watering the plants
How many "hi how how are you"s can I rattle off for $10?
I'm sure a lot, but check back in an hour
I'm on break until 3
I'm not adult enough
Even though I really need to be
Everything's getting harder
I think it's time for me to grow up
I think it's time to grow up
Thrift store skirts and big hair bows
I just want to look cute as hell
But so far it's not going very well
Nobody's gonna leave me alone
Oversize plaid button downs
And a cloud of good cologne
A tad bit of stifled conversation
This really isn't me
I'm not quite man enough
Even though I'm supposed to be
If that makes me a girl, then I guess I am
I wish I just wouldn't care
I just wish I wouldn't care
You're always quiet every time we're together
And I know that's probably my fault
But consider this: I don't love you any less
I just hope I'm not fucking up by the numbers
Oh no
I'll come get you, let's go driving
And see and do the same four things we always have
Far too anxious, far too bored
I don't know which
Either way, I'm having a good time nonetheless
Another night well wasted on discussing weather and our shit jobs
There's no more sun, but all the same same-olds and has-beens daytime sowed
Just hold my hand, look at the sky
I know you know this'll never be different
I guess that's just how we are
Odd friends, broke minds, and unlike hearts
We're falling apart
It seems like every couple months
I'm due for a drunk text or two
Explaining why every single thing I do
Or move I make away from you
Is rooted in my own selfishness?
I guess that's what it really comes down to
When you look at it through your eyes
There's nothing left for me to do but leave
I don't know what to do
With every sentence that you say to me
Letting go used to be so easy for you
But I don't know what changed
The year came on like boulders
Crushing my unsteady shoulders
And I'm falling, I'm losing, I'm failing
Perhaps eventually
I'll come to terms with the hand I'm dealt
But April's just as bad as November
And I'm just as nervous as hell
Tell me I'm enough and that I matter here
Because there's nothing left to hold me
Unless you say the words
Remembering was the easy part
It's just hard for me to forget a lot
Talk is cheap, but it's all I can afford right now
And action scares me to death anyhow
Is this all there is, all there can be?
Because dear, this isn't living; this can't be living
Tell me I'm enough and that I matter here
Because there's nothing left to hold me
Unless you say the words
Remembering's the easy part
It's just hard for me to forget a lot
I hope one day you understand
Exactly what you mean to me
But I doubt that'll happen
So I'm going north in search of greener grasses
And oh good god I really hope I find them
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Recorded in Nathan's garage. Little watercolor doodle by Alex.
credits
released May 14, 2016
Alex Crupi - Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Keys
Nathan St. John - Vocals, Guitar, Bass
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