You said time heals all wounds. It's untrue. You said I would find something new. I would still like to believe you. Every night, the same dream. And in them you are still so pretty. I don't dare call or try to speak. Or apologize, I couldn't possibly. You didn't even tell me you would go. You didn't even tell me you were gone.
Introspective, homespun folk tunes from John Donne that feel informed by the sugary bleakness of '80s and '90s indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2023