Oh sing, sing, sing For the dying of the day Sing for the flames that will rip through here And the smoke that will carry us away Yeah sing for the damage we’ve done And the worse things that we’ll do Open your mouth up and sing for me now And I will sing for you
Her Tongue Was Tattooed On The Back Of Her Teeth - Old Gray
We were rooted in this home. Where we exhaled our last breath and watched the summer fade to blackness. I will let you go if you want me to.
the fact that this song has gotten the attention it’s received over the past two years baffles and constantly humbles me. I wrote this the summer of my senior year of high school about a girl I used to be in love with. life moves, but now every time I hear/play this song I am haunted by the thought of her. I look at myself now and see how happy I am with who I’ve become and how I’ve learned to combat my anxiety and manic depression with positivity and now I use this song to reflect on who I was and realize how important music is to making yourself the person that you want to be.
One day you’ll be washing yourself with hand soap in a public bathroom And you’ll be thinking, how did I get here? Where the hell am I? If the roles were reveresed, you could have seen me sneaking up Sneaking up from behind