Ever notice how a song can make you think of something (read: someone) you swore you would never think about it? Someone who you didn’t think you needed to think about anymore. Then you hear some song, or maybe a few songs, and it’s like, fuck, that’s why I feel this way. I miss you.

“sorrow found me when I was young
sorrow waited, sorrow won
sorrow they put me on the pill
it’s in my honey, it’s in my milk

don’t leave my hyper heart alone on the water
cover me in rag and bone sympathy
’cause I don’t wanna get over you
I don’t wanna get over you

sorrow’s my body on the waves
sorrow’s a girl inside my cake
I live in a city sorrow built
it’s in my honey, it’s in my milk

don’t leave my hyper heart alone on the water
cover me in rag and bone sympathy
’cause I don’t wanna get over you
I don’t wanna get over you”

~Sorrow,
The National, High Violet

This album gets better with every listen.