The last time I saw your name it was written on a bench
I carved it there with a pocket knife
A pocket knife your father gave to me
When we went camping, 2003
I'm looking for a reason to talk to you
I'm looking at anything to do with you
The last time I thought about you was when I wrote this song
A boy I had dreamt of for too long
You grew up and I suppose I did too
Still I feel like one of the few
Great, thrashing, melodic indie rock from this Illinois group that juxtaposes sugary vocal hooks with barbed guitars. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2022