Together we lost god and found love. Now I'm just lost. September you want to be buried next to me. By April I've begun to flee. Shattered picking up the pieces of all my fucking up. I never learned to apologize and you never learned to forgive.
We lost our way somewhere back there and there's no excuse, but I hope you take the time to see the change in me
And maybe we’d find peace if you’d talk to me. So won’t you just talk to me?
I just wanted to be the one to lift you up and help you be the best you, you can be. And the one who reminds you you’re amazing in every single way, every single day. This all may be a bit saccharine and cliche, but that’s okay. The cynics won’t believe me either way. Still tracing our steps for when that message got mangled. We lost hope and gave up on communication.
The timing and irony of you shutting down after all these years of hating me for the same thing in the moment I’m trying to open. I scraped this heart raw trying to make this work ‘cause it’s worth it. I ground this meat cage to dust trying to make this work ‘cause it’s worth it. So won’t you just talk to me? Won’t you just talk to me?
Another devastatingly beautiful batch of indie rock confessionals from Ontario singer, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Linnea Siggelkow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2024