i ll remember both of our days from my death to second grade all the lonesome time in which i forced you into waste while i tried and i tried to be worldly while we stared at that awful movie i was living in the upstairs of a stranger s house i shared you were sellin off your ice cream couldn t tell how much you cared while i drove and i drove us back home while you talked and you talked you were heart broke now when i look at that horizon i can t help but feel nothin 
['stomp and flutter', 'stomp pop', 'wisconsin indie']