The year nineteen ninety one; that December, your last. I never really knew who you were and I apologize for never really crying. I did not fully grasp the concept of dying, but now as I look back I understand the feelings they had. Fifteen years later I go through your drawer. There are so many things still left to explore. Locked on my wrist, is a memory of you slowly passing time.
Babehoven returns with another record of indie folk songs about love, connection, and the fragility of human relationships. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 24, 2024