Everything is circular it seems.
Always coming back around again over and over,
and it doesn't matter what I'm talking about,
everything just seems like it does.
While EMO from the 2000s is picking up dust and getting into everybody's nostrils, I remember the first time listening to EndSerenading and realizing how influential they were to all these bands I used to listen to in the early 2000s.
Memories of
local show after local show,
swaying, and sweating
and dancing and sweating
and trying to sing along to long drawls
that were indistinguishable but felt powerful enough to cry along too, engulfed me, gave me



