I wonder what life looks like without fear clouding my eyes. I wonder if Iʼm aromantic, or just traumatized. Expressing love is scary as fuck, especially when the act has been a weapon of mistrust. Romanticism seems like fun, then I see some of yall and Iʼm like “dam that sucks” Am I a realist who has emotionally matured? Or cynical off what I have emotionally endured? I let them convince me that I didnt know what love was, cluing me into life for the vulnerable amongst us. I was on my Deborah Cox fully unwilling to discuss; Iʼd sent my heart miles away before, why would i do it more than once? But we donʼt do as we say, no, we do as we please. My heart signed up for this pain. My mind must have a disease. We donʼt do as we say. No, we do as we please, and I would do it again to get you closer to me. I wonder...
I love the light and shade between Bryan's dirty and Emma's forlorn vocals. There are so many layers to this recording that are driven home through contrast. Plus the riffs are brilliant and get me moving. I can't stop listening to Thou and Emma in general lately. spaceman2250