Hum | Tigers Jaw
"You are the leaves at my feet. You are the hum of electric heat. I kept myself away, but I’m starting to like the pain.”
Sunday Night- Mat Kerekes (Citizen)
I would sing you to sleep if you would lay with me like you use to.
And if the street lights help you so you can finally see,
Well would you sing along with me?
And I would find the words, but I just seem to choke.
I’m always reminded of what I broke so I quit keeping track.
I’m done with that.
So I went out and sang some songs I had,
To remind myself that it’s not so bad.
I guess it’s not so bad.
"He’s— he’s dead inside…"
Don’t mess with Henry Rollins’s froyo. (Link)