Home.
Never considered it worth abandoning,
With its open arms and rest for tired feet.
But, no amount of arms or legs could keep you here in this place,
Where we would walk and spend the days retelling stories
That I swear maybe fifty times you've told me.
Can't seem to trace the reasoning for teething back to its source.
Pause.
A break from the chatter of the buildings,
To give us a moment to breathe easy.
Well, scattered thoughts could keep me here all day,
Where we would talk of where we were and where we were going.
I swear I didn't know what I was doing.
Wrapped up in something I can't explain.
So we tried.
You're the purple in me, but only in my dreams can I kiss and hold you.
Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016