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Die Sad.

by Worst Funeral Ever

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gavtunes "Little Nothing" is probably the best math rock song of 2019. Favorite track: Little Nothing.
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Max Adams A great record pulling from the greats of the revival, love it :] Favorite track: Little Nothing.
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1.
Hannah. Who are you today? And what about tomorrow? Ten lies derived from one. But will you take your own advice for once? Like how your hurtful decisions are none of my business, But you dissimulate I think we're gonna die alone and in love. And I think we're gonna die alone and in love If nothing lasts forever and forever means "Until Death", than you're my little nothing. This shit just never ends. If nothing lasts forever and forever means "Best Friends", than he's my little nothing. This shit just does not end. Well I'm getting better if better means "Distracted from visions of her and ex-best friends in caskets, I've been drinking the creature. I'll describe it in 3 words. "Love is confusing" Why can't you just tell me you don't love me? Strange how the people who hurt me the most are the same people who tell me to get over it. Well I am so sick of getting over it.
2.
Well, we tried this one last time and our grand finale was so fucked. I'll sadly never be alright. NO WORRIES, it only hurts when I'm alive. I feel the most alive with you when we're together in my room. You're still the first thing that comes to mind the second that I wake up, and the last before I fall asleep. And that doesn't make you happy, but nothing makes you happy at all. To forgive myself would be just another "Fuck You" to all of the people that I've hurt. So I'll hate myself, and I will call it progress. I will break until there's nothing left to learn. This cavalier attitude that I fake is an adaptive fear of all the friends that laugh at me. You finally saw me the way I see myself. Watching the curtains breathing. 2 am. Watching the door, knowing you won't walk in.
3.
You would watch me fall apart for days. Promised my apprehensions were tiny blue ghosts roaming my apartment making thing worse. Well they materialized. They manifested. Here comes the saddest part of my day, or perhaps the saddest part of my week. I vomit painfully in the sink for as long as I can stand up. Where'd the time go? I'm late for work. I confide, so to speak, but I wont speak up too loud. The people I meet, they freak me the fuck out. And I'll never be as cold and unfeeling as those reptiles you seem to love so much. It's too loud in this house. It's too much for us, and everyone. The sound of both of us crying. I fucking found more home than house in the years that we "played house" and our friends don't understand it. The things that hurt to keep around are the things that I love most and I'll never understand it. No matter how much I try to be empty, there will always fucking be a perpetual sadness, an eternal hurting hanging over me.
4.
You and I, we can smile while we build a prison. A place that we can decay decades of our lives. A little house along the bay that's built on good decisions. Two glass half full people without whiskey, without wine. Just simple ordinary lives that we are happy living. Who knows? Maybe simple lives are worth a try. But you and I are not like ordinary men and women. Our shattered hearts fit like a morbid puzzle, and I realized that I hate you anyway. And now I will spend the rest of my life recovering. I guess I'm still in tact. I guess I'll never trust again. And I know that it hurts that we are still best friends. So here's to living on Life's terms. I guess I had to die that day to realize sometimes love and death feel exactly the fucking same. I am so alone, and I would love to know when life stops being a series of lessons, and becomes a reflection of my growth. I am so alone. I kinda like being alone. Who am I to love myself? I'm okay. Is this something detrimental to my health? Or am I just a fucking danger to myself? And can I count on this being one way to go three months straight, just dying for five minutes alone with you? Is this one way to go three months straight, just dying for five minutes alone with you.
5.
I used to go through nothing alone, and now it's just me and a silent phone. All my shit's in trash bags now. I don't have the heart to take it out. It's been in there for months. So I can say "How High?" if you say "Jump". I miss those long nights that we used to have before the drinking became a reason for rehab. You're all I'll ever need. The heartbeat I lack. You used to be my pacemaker, now you're a heart attack. And I hate how lame this song is, but I couldn't shut the fuck up if I wanted. How can I write out all these things I know, when I don't know anything for sure? "Is this an apology letter or a suicide note?" They're just some papers on my floor. I found out the "right words" change from day to day. I'm just a little fucking lost. I just hope they bury me in that green long sleeve that you bought. If you jump I jump. But you've already jumped. If I were to jump from here where I live, down in this bottomless pit, there would be nowhere for me to land. So I guess I'll fall for you forever. I guess I'll fall for you. Fall for you forever. I guess I'll fall for you. You said you were unhappy then, well, are you happy now? Is drowning bottles with your friends not really working out?

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This album was recorded during Summer 2019 at Magpie Cage Recording Studio in Baltimore, Maryland

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released October 31, 2019

Recording Engineer/Mixing: Matt Redenbo
Mastering: Dan Coutant

Guitar/Bass/Vocals: Antonio Messercola
Drums: Cole Mason

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