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Dear my anxiety, give me another breath. Give me the chance to move on. Untie this noose from around my neck. Let’s pretend for a minute, we’re not losing our minds and regretting it. It’s probably for the best I pull this knife from out my chest before there’s nothing left. Take me home, cause I’m tired of playing these games alone. ‘Cause in my head, the words I said would be left unsaid. There’s no sign of a welcome, nowhere to hide, and you’re losing your cashflow and that comes as a big surprise. If this is how it goes then I’d rather be somewhere else, it goes to show this world is far from its best. We’re tired, and we’re “under-qualified”, but at least we can say we tried.
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Childhood Haunts
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When did it get so easy to get so lost in our worlds ideals? All the places we used to hangout, well they’re all gone now which begs the question: who seals the deal? ‘cause it sure as hell weren’t me. I must have missed the memo or just missed the point. I just find it hard to understand why or how these things are necessary; they’re things of which we can’t afford. These dust clouds reminds me, like shards from our pasts. I must remember what stood here before me, ‘cause in the end that’s all we have left.
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