What the hell am I trying to accomplish
Wasting words about a girl I know could not care less
I'll name loneliness the accomplice
I feel the pull of time and it's frightening, I confess
So here's the last signal I'm sending out
Consider addressed to
All the things we used to sit and dream about
Back when my hopefulness impressed you
And youth was more than just a petty thing
If we said it then we meant it
In our innocence we fucked up everything
We never could've kept it
I'm so fed up with resignation
I swear I'm sorry, I'm just not quite sure what for
It may just sound like desperation
Maybe it is, but can you blame me anymore
So can it all just be forgiven now
Go back to being golden
Or have we simply just forgotten how
To struggle and to hold on
Do I have nothing left to offer you
Can you tell me where I lost it
Can love just not do what I want it to
Is the fantasy exhausted
Recorded live at St Buryan Church, the latest from Sarah McQuaid is a showcase for the simple power of voice & guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2021
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Perfectly encapsulates the teenage experience. Finding this album while still young and in high school was the best decision I've made in quite awhile. charlesjr