Fallen Leaves from Bedroom Folk by Jacob Slade

The verge of tears
The end of time
It gets so hard to compartmentalize

What I’ve lost
And what remains
Do I really have a say?

The ugly wrath of cupidity
Reveals itself with strength and impulsivity

I’m holding on
But slipping fast
I seek the strength to tighten up my grasp

Was it all just a means to an end?
Or am I just hurt to have lost a dear friend?
Should I sort out all the memories?
Or toss them with the fallen leaves?
Never to be heard from again

Was it all just a means to an end?
Or am I just hurt to have lost a dear friend?
Sometimes your gone too long, to ever go back again
And that’s what’s so hard to accept

• Pop
• acoustic guitar
• alt pop
• bedroom
• bedroom folk
• dream pop
• folk
• harmonies
• indie folk
• indie pop
• singer-songwriter
• Milwaukee