Memory’s Lament
I saw your missing poster again the other day. You know it’s not the kind of thing I ever need to see. I don’t need help remembering, you don’t need help remembering, I don’t need help remembering what I never can forget. I’m awake, and I’m alive. And gone are those days when all I could do was cry. It’s not perfect, but it’s a start. You know that living with what we’re not forgetting, it’s the hardest part.
I hope you die
I gave up on wanting to die a long time ago. These days, I’m just glad to be alive. Glad to hold a little hope. No light at the end of the tunnel, you’ve got to build that fire all yourself. Just ask me. Just ask me, if you need a little help. We all need a little help
I gave up on wanting to cry, a long time ago. These days, I just want to stand and fight. Want to hold onto this hope. And all of these friends. And the family we’ll create. And those positive things we’ll grow to embrace. When you look back at the end of your days, you can stand and be proud of what we have made. I, I hope you die, you die of old age. Surrounded by friends, in a comfortable place. For some of my friends, it didn’t work out that way.
The lead singer of punk band Camp Cope ventures into romantic synth-pop territory, tempering slick arrangements with bare sentiment.
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