I guess I assumed that I had a clue, or knew how to do this
While you got sicker I was drafting up my blueprints
But as it turns out, they were of no use to me
I’ve been so lost ever since your wings found peace
This is a poor attempt at moving on
This is me reluctantly giving your death a song
In doing so, I get lifted from the low
So if only for a moment - it won’t feel like your gone
I let my regret get the better of the best memories with you
Tried drugs and liquor for a quicker happy substitute
But as it turns out, they did more harm than good
Now I spend my days in a haze, blaming it on my childhood
viscerally affected by covid, this album has a less optimistic but more accepting message than the previous. it reaches the heart of my experience (and others'?) in a cathartic and depressing acknowledgement. it's nice to know you feel the same niq