you might hear the cars passing. sitting next to an open window i recorded this song on my handheld voice recorder the other night. i threw on one effect with reaper and that's all. it's a rough draft, but for now i hope you enjoy it and find something about and in it. still working on more music, more updates soon'ish.
for being nothing but the stories of a simpler man your absence has left its mark
now Mariana has nothing on this trench your flight did rend when you were ripped from my life
would i be foolish to think that you miss me Would it be sad if i still held to this thread my knees grow weak with science and history oh i still hear the words ya never even said
the arrogance the space you left i see sideways and pass out with a curse on my lips
gilded pages and a golden light you were a crutch but i'm weak, and your fake was enough