[himym]
“no, it has to be a string quartet, and paris, and flowers, and chocolates, and let's spend the rest of our lives together.”
“don't you think we're a little past sushi at this point? god, you are so terrified of anything real. it's like you're floating out in space. touch the ground, robin. live in the world, make a mistake. make this mistake.”
“i need to think about this.”
is it safe to say the least when I've been worrying the most? and I'm trying to keep composure but I'm feeling like a ghost. then we're smoking in your dad's car in the town we always spoke of running from together, it just fills my throat like the words I wanted to say but never had the courage to speak, and the futures we signed up for are starting to look bleak, oh take me back to backseat naps and maps of suburb streets, we could sit around again, and you could kiss me on the cheek. and i'm drunk as fuck again and your dad's car is just a dream, but I know that in my head isn't the last time we'll meet.
An easy-to-love combination of emo and jangle pop, the first full album from Spirit Night in eight years feels bathed in a golden glow. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2023