It's all deja vu.
When I try, it's the worst thing to do.
Every day is more of the same:
I'm a detriment to everything.
I don't believe in Fate,
but I'm out of ways to explain.
It shouldn't be so hard to feel at ease,
but everything seems out of reach.
How can I feel nostalgic for
the days when I just felt remorse?
Maybe tomorrow, I'll idealize
today's panic attacks and suicide eyes.
Another Place, Another Time,
maybe then I could have thrived,
or maybe This is All There Is.
I try constantly
to not be as selfish as I seem to be.
The few days I accomplish it,
I see them as a gift.
But the rain washes away
an trace of good I did that day.
And whether it's my actions or my state of mind,
I'm dragging down everyone in my life.
How can I feel nostalgic for
the days when I just felt remorse?
Maybe tomorrow, I'll idealize
today's panic attacks and suicide eyes.
Another Place, Another Time,
maybe then I could have thrived,
or maybe This is All There Is.
Here's to never learning from mistakes,
Here's to nights spent coming Undone,
Raise a toast to the mental demons
I can't seem to outrun.
It's hard to shake the feeling that
I'm a parasite.
Stealing happiness from my loved ones
by existing
is not right.
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019