So you let me play my songs.
Sat through all my stories even when they were too long.
Well I guess that makes you nice,
but I wouldn't call that sacrifice.
So if you truly tried your best, I guess you're just like all the rest.
And I'm not saying that that's bad.
It's just really disappointing and kind of sad.
But like you said the other day,
I guess we never really felt the same.
I wish you'd made that clear right from the start,
been brave enough to save my heart. You know...
Though I swore I wouldn't fall, I gave in after all. Caved in after all.
Won't ask you to keep me. I know that's a task.
That's too much to ask. Far too much to ask.
But please don't blame me for still feeling so.
It's just hard to let you go. So harder than you know.
So harder than you know.
You know, I would've done anything for you
if you had only told me what to do.
But I guess I failed to read your mind,
and ended up left behind.
But maybe that's ok. It probably wouldn't've worked out anyway.
Don't you know it's better to debate and fight
than just pretend like it's all alright?
Well despite all that, you know I'll stay
when all of your fake friends bail some day.
Now if you'd stop and wonder why then maybe you'd realize that
Though I swore I wouldn't fall, I gave in after all. Caved in after all.
Won't ask you to keep me. I know that's a task.
That's too much to ask. Far too much to ask.
But please don't blame me for still feeling so.
It's just hard to let you go. So harder than you know.
So harder than you know.
Please don't blame me for still feeling so.
It's just hard to let you go.
So harder than you know.
So harder than you know.
On “Lost at the Party,” Terry Malts trade their marauding pop-punk for dark, mature pop. The result is their best record to date. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 31, 2016