the flat stanleys

Look, I love you but you really fucked me over big time

From 'Sports', available 4 November on Banquet Records.

Modern Baseball - The Weekend

tastes like your basement

Every Trace Of You Is Gone (Extra Sad Version)

Every Trace Of You Is Gone

all the trouble we been through

You're Gonna Miss It All

Apartment

Couples Therapy

It's Cold Out Here

Modern Baseball - I Think You Were In My Profile Picture Once

On the coldest night of summer time, I wrote the words, 'will you be mine?' I couldn’t see a thing, the sky the darkest it had ever been. There was no moon, there were no stars, but I still memorized, the constellations in your eyes. The constant shaking of my voice keeps me inside, keeps me silent (coz)I hate the way I talk, so I drink and so smoke.
Til I forget, the things we said, the day we met and the way we spent, and I’ll regret, the smoke on my breath, when our lips meet. I can’t keep doing this. Now I’m in bed, quietly coughing into my pillow so you don’t wake up.
I’m sorry, if you did.

I’ll find the time, I promise this, of all the things, it's your voice I miss.
In these cold nights, where there’s no moon, I’ll look at the sky, hope I'll see you soon.
We’re running without direction, it’s useless but that’s what living feels like. 

Quietly Coughing, so you don’t wake up.
Constantly shaking, so afraid to lose you but,
Seeing you smiling, feels like the only thing my eyes are good for
Silently while walking you home, I’ll hope this road never ends I’ll hope this road never-

Quietly Coughing

best buds

poor boxer shorts

Every Trace Of You Is Gone

Freddy Loeb