Review Summary: Perfect always takes so long, because it don't exist.
Love is bleeding and dribbling trails in the snow
Love is begging 2 explode
Love is bouncing up and down trying to make the floor break
Love is sitting on a couch, drunk, singing about how you’ve spent half your years
Love is standing on stage, drunk, singing about how you want to listen to The Cribs
Love is laying in bed, drunk, programming drum machines on your laptop
Love is gazing at the purple and the pinks in the shadow of a bank-sponsored skyline
Love is wondering what the hell just happened when the world becomes Manhattan
Love is realizing that they wouldn’t be your friend if you weren’t worth something
Love is being pushed out of your affordable housing because of gentrification
Love is not knowing where to go now
Love is staring out the window at your old apartment
Love is walking down to the docks and drinking tallboys by the water
Love is protesting the shutdown of a beloved D.I.Y venue by Vice Media
Love is waving goodnight to me
Love is having power when they’re not expecting anything
Love is staying with me in Brooklyn Heights
Love is making out, drunk, in the van with a girl you like
Love is never letting go of you
Love is wanting to say you’re paranoid when you’re really not.
Love is screaming “We ain’t got no money!”
Love is always wanting more
Love is not wanting to live in a hellllhoooole
Love is trading the darkness for a view
Love is squeezing you tight and bringing the joy back to your life
Love is power chords drenched in energy
Love is sugary synths complementing a melody
Love is acoustic guitars, drum machines, and xylophones inviting themselves in a song.
Love is a home that can burn
Love is a limb to freeze
Love is WORRY.
