by my way could i swallow the fog i’m in
recall in the car our talk of the state we’re in?
do i suppose in your words the feeling of solace lives or hope that the fog could swallow the way i am?
my very breath rings this hollow: day time bears the night’s sorrow
propose in the car on our holiday that we crash get it over with in the quickest way
are we bound to each other in our awful fate?
are we souped in the sadness of the morrow’s weight?
i feel the pieces fall into place i can’t go on another day
A melancholic haze that, if you let it in, will grab your ears, hold you tight, and won't relent, not until you've broken. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 28, 2014