On the night you came in, I wasn’t sleeping.
I felt the “waiting room tension” when I asked you where you’d been.
You said “the hardest part of growing up is not knowing where you’re growing to”.
So then you had a couple more drinks and I began to mirror you.
You won’t see Christmas if you carry on this way, just know it’s ok that you don’t feel ok.
On the night you came in I was the ceiling you’d confide to in your bedroom on your lonesome nights in.
It was the late hours of the night, you were still in early hours of mourning.
No it was not raining outside, but in your kitchen it was pouring.
You won’t see Christmas if you carry on this way, know it’s ok that you don’t feel ok.
As your heavy heart stumbles on ice, I’ll be your amateur shrink for just another night.
Bloodshot eyed, you asked me why girls only seemed to like the others.
A domino effect, you introspect.
I said “the kind of girls you like only like the boys, who they wouldn’t want to take home to meet their mothers.”
a beautiful record that brought me through literally the worst moments of my entire life. while dealing with entirely different situations, this album helped me see the other side of the things I was going through. the blame, the pain, the destruction, all brought on by the actions of one broken human, unto his friends and family. it made me realize the importance of life and how people care about me. it helped me realize I don't need some girl to be whole and happy. fuck that. I need the people that really love me. my own actions could hurt so many others. thank you christian, thank you the hotelier. we love you more than we can explain and we miss you. there are people out there right now, alive, who might not be if this record didn't exist. your music has saved people. it certainly helped save me.