Ludlow from Forest / Trees by Long Neck

I know you don't miss me as much as I thought, but it's ok, it's getting better. You felt the city, you felt the miles. You never returned my letter. We don't talk much any more and some days it just kills me. I feel every arrow to never hit it's mark. I stay up late and hold on to the dark. I curl up to feel small. But it's ok, I'm doing fine. You don't need to worry like you do. Wish you could understand me in perfect clarity, understand why I was furious then crying over you. I know you don't miss me as much as I miss you. But I still wish that we could talk, stay up late like we do and try not to wake our parents up. I feel the miles, I rewrite my letters. I'd send more if I thought you would respond. You could be so much better than you are.

• Rock
• indie
• lo-fi
• new jersey
• power pop
• punk
• Jersey City