Better year from Bloom by Alchemists

That Christmas, we bought you a Wes Anderson calendar
But you ended up hating that year

And I told you that I missed you in the bar
Unaware of how we drifted so far
Now the alcohol holds our conversation
And sighs of desperation

I watched us deteriorate that fall
Nothing left to do, but sit back, watch it all
I was restless, I was fearful
Unsure of where that left me

And I told you that I missed you in the bar
Unaware of how we drifted so far
Now the alcohol holds our conversation
And sighs of desperation

After all we know
Maybe you will stay close
Maybe you will stay here
In hopes of a better year

• Alternative
• Detroit
• emo
• indie rock
• post-hardcore
• Taylor