This is Elliott Brood. It's the name of the group, not an individual. This song doesn't describe my situation, but certain lines do.
The road divides ahead
Just wide awake in bed
Unaware of suspicious feelings happening again
His love went south, and he'll go west
A mountain of song couldn't fill that hole in his chest
That she left when she said that he was like the rest
So get up and get out
What're you down about?
Put it back on the shelf
Just have to go without again
FIST FLOWERS OF DOOM
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Ahh, Spring! The air is crisp, the flowers are blooming, and the garden
slugs are JUST peeking out from their hidey holes:
...in our cakes.
Ew.
Maybe we...
23 hours ago
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