You walked in, expressionless.
You were cold like the space between your coat & your clothes.
I'm in between deja vu & delirium. Remembering things that haven't happened yet.
I don't think before I speak.
What an empty attempt at a personality.
We're just friends 'cause that seems to be what makes sense.
Too bad it's all we'll ever have.
Oh, the weight of the decisions that we make.
The immediate gravity of everything.
I don't think before I speak.
What an empty attempt at a personality.
We're just friends 'cause that seems to be what makes sense.
Too bad it's all we'll ever have, over and over again.
The day you left, you came to collect all of your personal effects & I said:
"Too bad it's all we'll ever have..."
It was at that time that I realized that you truly knew me better than I ever knew myself.
And as you walked away you said:
"I had this crazy thought that if I loved you enough you'd see that you deserve it...
and not fuck it up like you always do".
We're just friends 'cause that seems to be what makes sense.
Too bad it's all we'll ever have.
I'm coming out of a decade long musical hiatus. The last punk band to really move me was from the Bay (American Steel), so it's no surprise that I returned there for inspiration. Can't Swim is absolutely worth a listen for fans of Lawrence Arms or Taking Back Sunday. I'm sure there are much better comparisons - if that's you thing - but as I said, I've been out of the game for a long time. Thank you to Can't Swim for inspiring me to play again. Dave Wreckoning