Lost Boy | Midland City Split

by Midland City

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released April 4, 2014

Recorded and mixed by Douglas Trochim
Album art by Aleksandra Kordal

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Track Name: Iron
my ribs are made of iron, they're always twisted up in knots. with twenty one years of rearranging, impatiently, you plead, "try to open up, is it so hard to open up?" but it's only getting colder; more difficult to breathe. did you hope that I would leave? 'cause It's not that I don't want to, I'd give anything to be free of this tomorrow. I can't force you to speak. If only I could relax myself while I drive, or lose myself in drinks and lights. sustain the idea that sometimes, you think of me. sapphire, you think of me. sometimes.
Track Name: Progress
so here's to hoping that someday, something that I say will start to make any shred of sense. always unopposed and unnecessary. my thoughts making sure my hands won't ever stop shaking. but all the words I use to calm my nerves, they have to spill and find a place to rest. anywhere at all besides my head, besides my head. anywhere at all besides my head. so I'll avoid simple lines about you breaking everything because you still don't want anyone to think of you that way - while you're speaking of grief, pretend to know how I feel, like I don't wake up every morning repeating the same old phrases: to let go, to have hope. to let go, have hope, and see through the pressure. it must be hard to convince yourself you know what I need. you should stick to catchy hooks and all those pretty melodies. stepping on anyone to achieve your selfish dreams, ripping friends apart at the seams, hoping that no one, no one sees. there's not much to say about my progress. so, how's your progress? so, how's your progress?