Maybe fate won't come around
But I think I hear its sound
I know that you can't feel alive anymore
I know that speaking freely does not come easily
Finding missing pieces takes so god damn long
Let's hope you never realize what you did
You act like the world's one giant fuse waiting to blow
And every tiny tremor digs into the very center of your soul
I can't put this on paper, so how can I talk to you?
supported by 36 fans who also own “Collect Calling”
i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth