It's a Friday night and I find myself alone again. And I try my hardest, but it's no use, I think of the years we spent together. For me it's like I'm looking at a photograph where I'm always smiling and I know that it ain't true yet still I think of you.
Still I think of you.
Was it meaningless, was it real? Did we really feel the way we said we felt? And nowadays we don't speak no more. Is this how life is supposed to be?
Still I think of you. Still I think of you. And still I think of you.
I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.
credits
from Assassin of Love,
released July 8, 2015
Commander Clark wrote this song and recorded all the guitars, singing, organ loops and drum programming.
All proceeds from this hefty compilation of psych, surf, prog, and experimental bands will be donated to racial justice mutual aid funds. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2020