lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affection almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters and i could have used some warning i was on that porch all morning smoking cigarettes and sinking deeper into doubt could it be i am mistaken have i stolen somebodys baby is it possible for two people to need the same thing it s just the lines they get so blurry between what is once and now required and i don t know on which side his heart falls but i know where mine is buried and it s so far from any wanting yeah it needs this to keep beating it won t go on without it if i m still weighed down with subtleties then i ll just come right out and say that i think that i deserve her more than anyone deserves anything maybe i am selfish but there is no way to share this theres not enough to go around i dont care who else gets hurt but im still sick with empathy because i was stood in his place i spent a year quietly dying while you let go and ignored her and im sure that there are reasons for everything that happens and absence leads to adoration yeah its nobodys fault but now there is no way to change this so i just photographed and framed it and its hanging in a hallway that we have no right to walk back down but i hope that he feels better but im sick of all the drama i cant stand to see her crying i just want this shit to end and i want a place to hang out where a record players playing and theres a thousand movies rented for a thousand nights with her
['anti-folk', 'chamber pop', 'indie pop', 'indie rock', 'melancholia', 'omaha indie', 'stomp and holler']