i still get sad
that you're not here
i tried the best i could
to work things out my dear
when it snows
i remember you most
i remember the start
of our hopeful year
i still sing
all of our songs
i always thought your arms
were were i truly belonged
there's no poetry
just these honest words
to tell you i loved you
but it hurt
i still pray
that you'll come back to me
and we'll make amends
and free ourselves
from history
and we'll end this old famine
and we'll sing a new cannon
and we'll meet in the middle
to renew our sacred reverie
Great, thrashing, melodic indie rock from this Illinois group that juxtaposes sugary vocal hooks with barbed guitars. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2022