screaming out words that
I wrote to a song
(a song)
I can't hear myself
and they're coming out wrong
(it feels like everything’s wrong)
but it doesn't matter
what happened back then
(back then)
could things have been different
well, what's the difference
(I just don’t think that it matters anymore)
down in the basement
beige monochrome hall
(the hall)
somewhere in texas
before it dissolved
(dissolved)
sometimes it feels like
the best years are gone
(sometimes it feels like the best years are gone)
but that's no way to think, man
I gotta move on
(I just don’t think that it matters anymore)
things can get better
and then fall apart
I’ve had some good times
and I got some scars
if things are different
that don't mean that it's worse
but it's ok to admit that it hurts
it hurts
Even though they sing about injustice and being generally fed up with the male species, Camp Cope play like they’re having the time of their lives. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 2, 2018