Summer. I had a crush on her when we were younger. She wrote me a letter. I wanted to know her. We both liked coffee. I liked her. She looked different. She looked beautiful. Still. I couldn't kiss her. She invited me to a party. I came. I got scared. I went home. I talked to her all night. I told her my heart was stapled to hers. I told her I was dying to kiss her. She dared me to try. We went to the movies. We kissed. We held hands. We cried together under the glow of the screen. We watched movies, we watched television. We touched quietly so the others wouldn't hear. She walked to my house in the morning. We shrank out of our clothes. I was scared. She pretended not to care. She stopped answering messages. She vanished into thin air. I cried. I cursed god. I saw the longness of my life without her. I begged her not to leave. Not to let me go. She did. And then there was just me.
This album is a document of hurt. It's about something. It is quick and real. It is not professional. It does not rock. But these songs came from actual places. They were not written, they were felt aloud.
released July 3, 2009
Brett: drums, guitars, samples, synths, etc.
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