I still carry you around, you’re the weight inside my chest, the hammer in my head. Keep burying my face in my cold, cold hands, the pictures still make sense. You’re not around, and it’s keeping me down. And I still pass your house from time to time. It’s not all that different, except for the brighter lights; they weren’t there when I was.
released February 15, 2015
Additional vocals by Doortje Hiddema
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