Since you’ve been sleeping on the old red couch I’ve been writing all my songs about how we’re dying, how miserable I am… again. I’ve spent August up till four am, anxious we won’t make it to Seattle. And start that little family of you and me and a puppy. The worth of my words grows small; they’re not heard, even though I’m shouting. I’m emptiness, resounding.
This is the band that got me into skramz and emo in general. I will always thank Jack Senff and the guys from Merchant Ships for my music taste. Michael Sheehy