i wince through the cold up to miles' northeast apartment, where we'll dust off the silence with sighs and stale smalltalk of cold. groping past lives to find a new meaning in who we once were - "what was her name again?", and "goddamnit man, i already feel old". trying to conjure the specters of the rooms filled with laughter and empties, where i sat, eyes determined, swearing i wouldn't forget. our beer label peeling and interval glances at ceiling trim distract us from the dust sketching shapes of where pictures had been, saying "you can never get back there again". we exchange some vague plans of moving and marriage someday. a handshake goodbye, an empty palm toast to good luck - "even when we stand still, i guess time is still forcing us somewhere, so here's to hoping that we can learn to love where it puts us".
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023