It's Hard to Be Engaging, When the Things You Love Keep Changing.

No, I sent you that letter
To ask you if the end was worth the means
Was there really no in between?
And I still don't feel better
I just wondered if it could be like before
And I think you just made me sure
But then that's typically you
And I might have been a bit rude
But I wrote it in a bad mood
I'm not being funny with you
But it's hard to be engaging
When the things you love keep changing

Brassneck
Brassneck

I just decided I don't trust you anymore
I just decided I don't trust you anymore (ohh)

First time you came over
Do you remember you saying that you'd stay for good?
No I didn't think you would
Well we couldn't have been closer
But it was different then and that's all in the past
There I've said it now at last
You grew up quicker than me
I kept so many old things
And never quite stopped hoping
I think I know what it means
It means I've got to grow up
It means you want to throw up

Brassneck
Brassneck

I just decided I don't trust you anymore
I just decided I don't trust you anymore (ohh)

I just know
You weren't listening were you?
Oh please go
Whenever you'd prefer to
I said it means a lot
When you use an old phrase
But then so what?
We can't have it both ways

I know
You're not bothered are you?
Even so
I'm not going to argue
He won't object
Keep writing to me
Just don't forget
You ever knew me (ohh)

O, hai.

I like this picture.



The Reigning Sound will have a new record out soon.


I will get back to this blog sometime.

I've been pulling a bunch of 12/13/14 hour shifts. I bought clogs. Fucking clogs.

Don't ask me, Lads, for I just don't know.

Homegirl down in India. HELP if you can.

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