and I’ve seen the way you look when you think I’m not looking forward.
That I’m lying in a trap of scared assumption.
It’s a certain kind of sickness,
A wrong turn in conversation,
A kiss on the trembling hand of our love.
And you could barely drive when I said, “I don’t fucking care anymore.”
I don’t see the point in lying for what I’m only tearing apart.
And you could barely speak when I saw your reflection in the windshield fall in a space I know too well.
That I am not your comfort anymore.
God, won’t you please stay with me?
Won’t you please live with me?
I can’t survive without your touch of gentle persuasion, of rested assurance, of finding a home and having it finally stay.
i forgot how good this record is, i picked up the vinyl at a record store figuring i would listen again eventually, and here i am the same night enjoying every track. definitely worth listening!! katt2
Julien Baker is an acquired taste - assuming of course you’ve acquired great taste in singer songwriters… beautiful, devastating, honest, insightful… I’ve not heard a single song of hers that hasn’t left me in absolute awe. crisbroadhurst
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