DESCRIPTION:
2007

Come on, that town was ours, but we all wanted out.
Our streetlights cast our shadows on the sidewalk.
Laughter and possibility rise from the empty streets as they echo.
Highlights from show nights became the ink that sealed our bond.
As inspirations screams on the stereo

More than memories, they are every single piece of who I am, of where I am and of who I’ve always wanted to be.

You gave that all to me, all those nights with nothing to do, resulted in timeless experiences that cause my heart to glow.
Every album you handed me, every Kolbrooks basement show, every weekend road trip that ended up
The four of us sleeping in my car at a truck stop outside of Newark, Delaware.

More than memories, they are every single piece of who I am, of where I am, and of who I’ve always wanted to be.