Erica Hilbun A real story of true people:
the day we met the rain smelled like hot cement. I think I saw you in passing maybe at a party with your girlfriend, she seemed kind of pretty. I remember long nights spent talking over cigarettes. our eyes would meet and stay locked for too long; my stomach would burn; my heart would pound faster than it does during conversations with friends. when you left her she asked me to help win you back so I feigned my condolences and pretended to try but I could've tried harder. I just didn't want to... if I drove you apart I'm sorry. I promise you I didn't want to hurt anyone. I still think about last summer but try not to. the pills I take now calm the thrill I had during reckless nights. we were invincible and alive like I'd never felt before . Or maybe I felt it once but that was back in high school. responsibility drove me down and I found myself kicking under soil and dirt. you tried to help me see my way but I was only making you lose yours. I guess I'm selfish. last summer was a mess but the kind that doesn't need cleaning now my life is the same everyday with the same people and the same things. I miss the way things used to be.
For Jacob...I hope you read this and remember listening to this album at the Lake 7/18/16