All this time, I'd kill to say that I hope you're doing fine. I wish I cared enough to feel bad for pushing you out of my life. I wish I wasn't brought up to believe there was something inside, you taught me it was noble to leave everything behind.
I'll let you hold onto the hope that this is just some phase, but I will never let go of these days.
Blood means nothing when your heart runs dry on the ashes of the cities you've burned.
It's all tuxedos and bedroom suites. Bonsoir lune'. It's not tuxedos and bedroom suites, mon cherie.
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I was hooked on Apart when I found Gray Light on Spotify years ago. Unbeknownst to me, their final album was hiding on Bandcamp. I miss Apart dearly, and although nothing will compare to Gray Light, this final album of theirs is a worthy contender. All the same raw emotion condensed into catchy skramz. porcelainheart-