fuck. i wrote this like two days after me and my ex-girlfriend for 3 years broke up, so its pretty much the saddest thing i think ive written, maybe. its about her, and being sad, and watching Terry Gilliam movies to forget about her, and being sad. whatever
wcch stands for West Covina City Hall
lyrics
intensely he falls into the hole
unharmed and shaken, he trusts the floor
he doesnt wonder about the time in space
he cares not of feelings or emotions
he was unwillingly apathetic
in a self oppressive wave of pessimistic mist
drowning and showering all the interest away
dont be scared of what is coming
cuz it is just going to get worse
return, i will to old..
brazil, where hearts were entertaining june
we stood beneath an amber moon
and softly whispered that-
-i promise you that in a week or two
you wont have to deal with me anymore
i just dont think that i will survive
that long if everything keeps happening the way
that its going right now
i just want to go back before all this hate
back in time to the days of 2008
