I’m not mistaken
This isn’t the one I gave to you
My mind is racing
To think that the life we built is through
I’m all choked up, you just stone-cold stare
down at gray slate tiles we laid down last week
With your head in hands trying to sneak a glance
Has the accident gone according to plan?
Far. Impossible. Away.
The first three things I think of
when you say that you and I can make it through this
My body’s aching
I wish that I just could make it through
My faith is shaken
I feel like my compass is askew
But I’m not that drunk and I’m not that scared
in a life half gone with a heart threadbare
I’m just not so sure this can be repaired
No, I’m just not sure if I can ever care again
My heart drips like a sieve
and traps the will to give itself
away to anyone
Far. Impossible. Away.
The first three things I think of
when you say that you and I can make it through this
Lies. Irrational. Insane.
Irreparable and Suspect.
Words that come to mind as you apologize again
Hailing from Vienna, Austria, Paul De Leon combine the cool precision of pop with the satisfying thrum of modern indie rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 13, 2022