Hide under your bed with Christmas decorations
It's dark in my head and painted like the pavement
And everyone's aging whether I want them to or not
Yellow lines on the road, a new line on your face
Then I convince myself the past feels like a safe place to stay in
And everyone's changing, I'm stuck on the median
Just one more year
I'll change my meds
And we can start here
It feels like I've wasted time under the crest
While you watched from the pier
When I came up
I think I'd blacked out
Well Christmas is here
And I figure maybe I show up for once and see how it fits
And we could talk all about it
The 26th is your birthday, you're complaining again
How it's upstaged by Christmas
They're sick of tying ribbons
You're wrapping it up
I'm dragging it out
Instead of reeling the line in
There you were
TV up loud
Watch the ball drop
Count the years down
And if I would have known that was the last time we'd speak
I think I would have called you more, visited daily
And never missed holidays like I was too busy
I promise we were close that's not what it was
I guess nothing makes life real like death does
Julien Baker is an acquired taste - assuming of course you’ve acquired great taste in singer songwriters… beautiful, devastating, honest, insightful… I’ve not heard a single song of hers that hasn’t left me in absolute awe. crisbroadhurst
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024