
I feel like a little kid desperate for approval sometimes. It’s important for me to know the people I respect don’t think poorly of me.

— Tegan Quin


Into It. Over It. - “The Frames That Used To Greet Me”
It’s a problem that our choices choose the wrong ones
That’s probably the reason we’re afraid we’ll die alone
To a fault defending a simple course of action
We’re distance and distraction from the nights we’d spend at home
Your eyes seem to observe my room so neatly
Behind the frames that used to greet me
At the bar around the block
Tonight they tell me that you never sleep too soundly
That you might have even missed me
More times than you could count
As you quietly let yourself out.

Anchor by Into It. Over It.
Remember that it’s okay if we don’t see eye-to-eye today because I’ll be there for you tomorrow, steady and faithful as your anchor. Trying to make the water safer in the wake of this town.