Sepia (The Masochist)

from The Fall by Passing Sirens

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This is the fourth track from Passing Sirens' EP: The Fall.
This song is written about the masochism of reliving that which you cannot change; enjoying the pain that it brings, time & time again.

lyrics

Brown eyed & blurry
She's baited at best
A girl walks up beside me
In familiar dress
My eyes too focused
To notice hers, trained
On the things that would happen
Not the things that would wash in the rain

And this nostalgia's never known
Such unfamiliarity
Some things that I'm convinced will not change

I saw it all in sepia, sepia

You'd think it funny
How lost I can get
In a shuttered memory that hasn't happened yet
You'd think it sad
The time I would spend
Entertaining ideas of things
I will never have said

And it's masochist, and it's masochist
And it's masochist, and it's masochist .. yeah
And it's masochist, and it's masochist
And it's masochist, I'm a masochist for this

Her lips are moving and I've seen this before
But what is she's saying?
I'm not sure anymore
If I could, I'd burn this whole place down
But arson's contagious and there's only so much to this town

And it's masochist, and it's masochist
And it's masochist, and it's masochist .. yeah
And it's masochist, and it's masochist
And it's masochist, I'm a masochist for this

And with each frame that lascerates
One last vein before I go
I suppose it's all devoted to show

In sepia, and it's masochist, and it's masochist
Sepia. And it's masochist, and it's masochist .. yeah
Sepia. And it's masochist, and it's masochist
Sepia. And it's masochist, I'm a masochist for this