Recorded in Denton, TX, May 28th and June 7th at Danny Tanner Manor, and June 10th-11th at Hotbutt House. Drums recorded by Coby Pelt. Guitars, bass, and vocals recorded by Ryan Schefsky. Mixed and mastered by Michael Briggs. Design by Max Creed. Duplication and publishing by I'm So Alone records. Endless gratitude to all aforementioned, plus: Dale Jones, Scarlett Wright, and Matt Wood.
You held your head with a touch of sadness, but a perfect mind is dull. Within your delicate frame was a wrestler whose arms you'd never raise, like the weight of your regret held down your ambitions, kept you hidden from yourself. A young girl's body disguised a battered old soul, your striking beauty glowing in moonlight when you recalled the sickness of everything, the sting of feeling anyone but me. And I wished to lift that pain, the dead weight of years on your shoulders, far too heavy for anyone to bear, bleeding at sixteen, forever so unfair. And how you deserve this, to dance in the sunlight of easy joy, to laugh too loud and smile like you're proud of it. And I'm not here to call you out, I just want to say, I'm not here to try to break the silence, I just want to say, I just need to say...
Track Name: medicine
You were crying last time I saw you, naked and shaking. The day I found out, and the agony of coming down, with your pale arms primed for suicide. A spoon lies tarnished on the counter, darker medicine hidden in the freezer. Your body holds a much smaller figure than that summer years ago when we sang together, than that fall we kissed for the first time. In the shadow of these dreams of a time before we fell apart, of a time before heroin, I don't know your name, but I still love you.
Track Name: walk by faith
You were right about the senselessness of all our words, and the worst that I could say is that every breath is a whisper reminding me to miss you, and a trace of what I'd sacrifice for one more shot at half a year ago. This longing is a mountain in my throat, knowing without comfort that there's nothing I could have done. To confine this to regret would be easy and familiar, but I could only let it go and try to forget you. I can't regret what I didn't choose. I'd like to think it could have been different somehow. I'd like to convince myself I fucked this up somehow. I'd like a simple way to justify this failure, to understand why you're not here with me.