It was the wintertime,
We watched the ships sail out to sea.
I held your hands in mine,
And told you what you meant to me.
We kissed on the hillside,
I was as happy as could be.
When I told you I loved you,
We watched the ships sail out to sea.
In my Grandma’s old house,
You were so happy you could cry.
I sung about sinking ships,
I sung a drunken lullaby.
You turned to me and said,
“You are a perfect fucking guy”.
In my grandma’s old house,
I was so happy I could cry.
When the earth turns its back on the sun,
When it’s clear that the day is done,
I am sorry I was not what you dreamed,
I wasn't the heroes you watched on TV.
It was the afternoon,
You came over to see me.
You were holding all my things,
I could see that this was the ending.
You were so scared,
I had to say it out loud for you,
And then you left me with a book, a shirt and memories of you.
On the night you left I swore I saw a ghost,
and for the first time you were not there to hold me close.
I hardly slept that night, I hardly slept at all.
I spent hours and hours with eyes wide open staring at the wall.
When the earth turns its back on the sun,
When it’s clear that the day is done,
I am sorry I was not what you dreamed,
I wasn't the heroes you watched on TV.
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I bought the physical copy of this demo, #2/50, the night before All Tomorrow's Shoeys. I bought it again almost two years later when Jen was in a bind. In between those purchases I bought it on vinyl from Craigos. What I'm trying to say is that I've bought this fucking thing three times now and I'd probably buy it again, so you know it's good, aye! Nick