Recorded in a basement in Worcester, MA. From our upcoming self-produced album "Letters From My Old Self"
Cover Photo taken by Becky Lamprey
I just called to say "I’m Sorry".
But I’m not quite sure what for.
You caught me feeling apologetic.
Now I’m passed out on the floor.
Maybe I will see you soon
and we can share a laugh or two.
Maybe we can meet somewhere in between
happiness and misery.
I just wanted to say I’m sorry.
and I know just what it's for.
I’ve been feeling sentimental;
Taped a note to your front door.
Tell me if I tore our pictures down?
or I called your parents out....
Maybe if I got a job you’d be proud of me.
Remember when my father left? (remember when his daddy left?)
You held my head while I wept. (you held his head while he wept)
You kept me safe and sound (Kept him safe and sound while his
while my world crumbled down. world crumbled down.)
Spent these past months getting loaded.
Passed out quickly to ignore;
Repressed memories, so bitter.
Leaving my heart tired and sore.
Now that your world has lost all sense.
You flee to what you’ve always known best:
A shelter for your tired, worn out soul.
But do you miss the unpassionate sex.
Even though I was still doing my best.
Did you fake it long enough to let me go?...
released January 16, 2014
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