Unkind from Lagoon by Bird Streets

I have been most unkind. I have paid you no mind. I have been reckless and obscene, with a devil in my eye. And that ain’t something I want to be remembered by. There was hardly a sign. One day I just resigned. And if you’re looking for a name to give to all the pain, I guess I wouldn’t blame you if you gave it mine. No, I wouldn’t blame you if you gave it mine. I have been most unkind. Driving handcuffed and blind. Could have steered out of the crash if we had only tried. Now we’re watching it burn and you’re wondering why, and that ain’t something I want to be remembered by. Maybe I’ve been lying to myself that there was no choice. It’s the only way I know to make any sense of it. But hey, the silver lining is you don’t have to hear my voice. When I cry your name at night, I wake the neighborhood. I have been most unkind, too stubborn to unwind. And maybe we could have stopped it in time, but we should just put it behind ourselves. The end is finally nigh. This love, it died on the vine. So much bitterness and shame I rained on our parade. I would take it all back if I could make it right. ’Cause I feel every day like my best friend has died. And that ain’t something I want to be remembered by. That ain’t something I want to be.

• 90s
• Aimee Mann
• Alternative
• Los Angeles
• Rock
• ballad
• breakup
• divorce
• indie rock
• memory
• power pop
• regret
• separation
• singer-songwriter
• Brooklyn