Where do you think I go when you’re not around? Retreat into myself when you can’t be found. I called you so many times today. You’re impossible. You’re impossible. I’m always thinking about how fast the time’s gone. Has it really been that long? Back when it was just you and me, when all we wanted to be was twee.
Everything I love is so archaic, what will I do when my records wear out and the film in my camera expires?
I’m trapped in this modern world. Struggling between the past and present, oh how I’ve grown to resent it.
I’ll dive for your memory. But the girl I love doesn’t exist. I’m stuck in love with the past.
Back when your long hair flowed so free, and even when I said that I hated me, you were there. To tell me how stupid I was.
Don’t bring it up again. Don’t bring it up again, I don’t want to hear it. I’m trying to find closure on this time and not fear it.
I don’t want to write in the past tense anymore.
Before tattoos, before chill brews, before you smoked cigarettes, in parking lots, and ugly shops, so much fast food, when angst was a permanent mood, before I could grow a beard, when everyone thought me and my friends were weird. Before the first time you said, “I love you”, and before I said it too.
If I could do it again, I would, but I can’t, so I won’t. Under the warm fluorescent glow of our East coast town, I find warmth in what we had, those strips of road that make it up, the Baja Blast in your cup, the stupid things that we still say, we might leave today, we will always wish that it had stayed this way.
Oh, 2008 Oh, 2008…
released January 12, 2013
Lyrics written by Chris Smith. Song written by Ugly Thrash Demon. Produced by Philip Eberhart, Chris Smith, and Jed Lingat. Engineered by Matt Bliss and Philip Eberhart. Mixed by Mitchell Haeuszer.
Ugly Thrash Demon is a Folk Pop band from Centreville VA.
It began as
an outlet for many musical friends to do something constructive while hanging out aside from playing video games and watching bad horror films. It evolved into what it is today from those humble beginnings. UTD is all of our memories; past and present, combined to create something that we all love....more