You see the same path I see, You think you see it differently
No goal will be abandon, no words of discouragement will tangle
The reason we got excited originally, was it all someone else's dream
Somethings came true, but nothing comes easy
Except for quitting youth. I'm tired of telling myself and you.
My vocal chords are torn and have been sore for years
I'm sorry my friends I should have been a meteorologist
Then I could predict bad weather on the perfect days
And we could have all the beach days
I have a negative tongue today
Stay away but if I spend much time alone I'll talk myself into a death
I ruined my life to save yours, I made an example of myself
Knowing you're smart enough to see right through me
But here you stand before me, in front me, ahead of me.
Me, me me me, It's called the selfish disease.
credits
from The Aquaholic,
released December 25, 2014
Adrian Silva, Damian Silva
An earthy yet somewhat chilly record about life, death, and reconnection, the latest from LOMA experiments with a turn towards the gloomy. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024