Written and recorded in Winter while my fam was in Spain. This is basically me having a whinge about being cold and lonely.
lyrics
I got every light on in my house
the sub-zero temperatures are proving too much for my little hands
finicky and tremble, my family's not here no more
and even if they were I'd probably hang out with myself
I'm sitting in my parent's room now
cos it's the warmest place in this doulbe-bricked house
and I still don't know how to maintain a fire
im sick of bringing things to life and killing them shortly after
I know I can call
but sometimes I don't think you want to speak to me at all
I get it, oh I get it
my mistakes became your memories.
You didn't have it in you
to say I was right
you saw the pain and ran away
when you realised I stood up too high
and I don't care what you say, I'm worthy
But my head is spinning
and this train won't be slowing down
slowing down.
I bought the physical copy of this demo, #2/50, the night before All Tomorrow's Shoeys. I bought it again almost two years later when Jen was in a bind. In between those purchases I bought it on vinyl from Craigos. What I'm trying to say is that I've bought this fucking thing three times now and I'd probably buy it again, so you know it's good, aye! Nick