Era

As far as i'm concerned, all good things must come to an end. And, as far as I can tell, the end of an era is an end, no matter how bitter or joyous that end may be. But who's to say one good thing ever came out? Who's to say that the materialization of all our trials and tribulations ever reached one positive outcome?

And who's to say that an end to what is familiar will ever change a thing?
Though we find ourselves in different homes and surrounded by different lives, we still remain forever stagnant in our ways. No matter where we lay our heads, we will forever perpetuate the things that truly make us quake. Sixty miles between the now and then, yet still the late night self-loathing ensues. Still, we are haunted by our own misfortunes. By our own mistakes. Though we may go home to reverse the past, we may never reverse the things that meant so much in the nights of years ago.

Get bolder

This day to day kills me. I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same. Its easier to just fall in line with the faults that we've come to expect than to attempt or expect or enact change. But I don't need your artificial pity. Insincerity at its finest. It seems you probably need me a lot more than I need you. In fact I don't need you at all. Self-interest and conceit, feigned cordiality and empty charisma are the things that are truly rewarded in this life. In the end, sincerity and integrity just go unnoticed. Every good person dies bitter and alone.

Give up, get bitter, get over, go home.



FCK YR NYZE


NOW PLAYING:
I Hate Myself's "Complete Discography"
Hunter/Gatherer's "Low Standards For High Fives"
La Dispute's "Somewhere at the Bottom of the River Between Vega and Altair"
Cross My Heart's "Temporary Contemporary"
Arcade Fire's "Funeral"
A Day in Black and White's "My Heroes Have Always Killed Cowboys"

Cope

I know the sink and the rot gut feeling, "is this happening to me?" And I know what it's like to want to end it all. Driving home between the lines in the road, I swear that i've been through this before. When nothing makes much sense except for doing yourself in. Everything is hard to hold when we're hit in the heart with problems that won't shift. It's hard to admit that we're afraid, when we're hit in the head with unanswered questions that repeat "how could I ever live after this day?"

We can take the hits and grow tougher, collect ourselves to live longer, and find there is no need to be afraid. Because we all have more to offer when we struggle, to cope with whatever it takes to make the sayings "we all have what it takes to make it home."


NOW PLAYING:
Hot Water Music's "No Division"