Sat with an old friend from my childhood home
We make a toast to being lonely, because it’s better than drinking alone
And wash our hands of your cold company
‘cause it’s what we really need
I would be happier knowing this means something
But you’re writhing at home all alone
So there’s no fucking meaning at all
I blacked out over and over
There’s a blood stain on my collar line
It reminds that I’m hopeful, and I notice it sometimes
When I’m bleeding out
I colour in my selfish doubt
I black it out
Perfectly encapsulates the teenage experience. Finding this album while still young and in high school was the best decision I've made in quite awhile. charlesjr
RVIVR is like antidepressants for me. i just cant fucking feel anything but stoked when I listen to any of their songs. so triumphant. Guitar hooks for days, catchy choruses, amazing harmonies, everything that makes a perfect pop punk record. Mickie Rat