I just got home and read your note and I can't understand a single word you wrote. Like a hangman who forgets to bring the rope, I can't tell what I need from what I hope. Can't let this feeling go to waste, but I can only feel it when I see you face to face. And even though there's such a bitter aftertaste, no, I can't let this feeling go to waste. It feels like...
I thought that chords and melodies would save me, but my demons always bring me to my knees. And the cure is so much worse than the disease. I can't go on pretending. So take my number of your phone and soon I'll fade away into a person you don't know. Another opportunity I've blown. But it won't be a waste.
I can't let this feeling go to waste.
from Hostage EP,
released October 24, 2016
Dillon Kondor, vocals, acoustic and electric guitars
Eric Stockton, electric guitar (solo)
Robbie Kondor, piano
Dave Eggar, cello
Zev Katz, bass
Jon Epcar, drums
Recorded, mixed, and produced by Billy Jay Stein at Strange Cranium Productions, NYC.