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Belvidere, IL
01:26
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Whitewater, WI
03:50
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Rock Island, IL
03:08
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Winona, MN
02:43
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Fox Lake, IL
03:00
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Edgerton, WI
02:42
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Aren't you too young to be this confident with what you have made? Your friends, they don't love you, they just want you to stay. Inside, my eyes can't see the bridges. The door is shut and I'm in between the hinges, separating my head from my body, so I can think clearly again (so I can be somebody). What's the border between selfishness and confidence? I guess we aren't so different after all. We're two sides of a blurred line and we're changing all the time. Has the winter melted away now? The ink has dried out and the words are final. I lost my letters somewhere in last year, I won't admit that I was underwater. The window is foggy but I can still see the memories we drew on the glass at 15. Am I wrong to say that I miss what we had? I'm weak link on your chain now, I'm rusting away. I'm rusting away. (I'm not)
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Bloomington, IL
04:49
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Kenosha, WI
03:58
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Unfocused, off-topic. There's nothing you can do about it. Nostalgic, in my eyes, what it means to be alive. I woke up feeling bitter, so I will stay in bed all day. I’m dreaming of nothing. I’m lost and I’m always losing. Somehow, you'll find I’m out of sight and out of mind.
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Roscoe, IL
03:52
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One minute you're standing there, the next minute you've disappeared, and I can't run fast enough to chase you this time. They just laugh it off like it's a joke. They say everything is going to be great, like nothing will ever change and everything is alright. But it's not funny and it will never be alright, and I’ll never see or talk to you again,and god it hurts to realize that somebody can just forget you. Suddenly i'm on the floor, begging for mercy and looking for somewhere to escape. I look at the keys but i never grab them. I open my phone but I’ll never text you again because I know you don't want me to. Sometimes i lie awake in bed, running through names of people i used to know; imagine what they're doing now in some far away place i’ll never see. I picture them with family and friends, picture them at school events and farmer's markets, picture them without me. I hope they're doing well.
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