This song feels like a throwback in the best of ways. It’s giving Jimmy Eat World, it’s giving Copeland and Sherwood…good stuff.
‘Cause God ain’t up in the sky, holding together our bones, remember we used to speak, now I’m starting to think, your voice was really my own, bouncing off the ceiling back to me, God this can’t be, God, this can’t be, God, could it be that all we see is it, is this it? is this it?
Hope you have a kick-butt Thursday today. Don’t be afraid to throw a little pep in that step.
BGDG.
everything, etc. 