They said it was a good life and I dismissed it,
Like I prefer the push back of my existence.
But fate fucks your hand when you’re trying to script it,
Turning trauma into art and then calling it “kismet”.
They said I was a good one but I think I missed it,
Melted with the buttering up from a distance,
Cause nobody’s the bad guy when we all play victim.
Lost love is just a curse for the reminiscent.
If I give up and give in, will they get it?
If I’m too lost for this cause, will they forget it?
How many times do I have to say “I’m sinking, not swimming”?
If I breathe in, will you forget?
Don’t say it.
Everything happens for some damned reason,
When you try to reason with it.
And everything bad gets called a “season”,
But the four repeat so I implore you not imply that it’ll happen again.
Don’t say it.
Everything happens for some damned reason,
So don’t try to reason with it.
I started really following Taylor with this album and for years I kind of drifted off from it. But now I have a new-found love for Red because of this. kjaprencillo
Two new songs from emo legends Mineral to celebrate their 25th anniversary that come packaged with a commemorative hardcover book. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 20, 2018