Really specific vibes I get from every song in trench
Jumpsuit: about to get in a fight behind an arby’s at 3am but it’s because you’re mad at yourself and looking for an outlet
Levitate: hanging with your friends and there’s no one around to check you so you actually expose your secret kind of embarrassing edgy feelings to each other but acting like you’re really cool
Morph: sitting on the kitchen floor in quiet resignation to the fact that on some level you’re always alone, and the self is an impermanent concept but hey, it’s all good
My Blood: gonna fight the whole world together, you’re probably gonna lose in the end but at least it’ll be together
Chlorine: haven’t slept in 36 hours, you’ve missed every deadline and you’re out of money, but your friends just invited you on an impromptu road trip to a city three hours away and you aren’t missing that for anything
Smithereens: everything is warm, you’re smiling at nothing, you trip and fall right on your face and hardly feel it, you just get up and laugh, you have something that no one can touch
Neon Gravestones: the news is covering another story, one you’ve seen a hundred times before, and it’s so tragic and so deeply familiar, you think that if things had been slightly different, your positions might be swapped
The Hype: anxiety is punching you repeatedly in the face, but you punch back with healthy coping mechanisms and the knowledge that you have people who love you
Nico And The Niners: you’ve been hiking beside a road for days, your destination is far away but you’ve come too far to think about turning back now
Cut My Lip: waking up and knowing that it’s gonna be one of those days, but getting out of bed anyway because eh, you’ve felt worse
Bandito: knowing there’s a better way to handle things but not knowing what it is, so you just gotta deal with everything the way you know how, even though it’s harder
Pet Cheetah: getting caught in a perfectionist streak and you know you could just move on, but it’s not good enough yet, so you drink more caffeine even though it doesn’t help and reread the same sentence a hundred times
Legend: trying to think about the good times but every good time is connected to the same person and you’re trying to be happy because it’s what they would want but you can’t quite manage it
Leave the City: everything is ending, it’s an inevitability, you don’t know what’s going to happen next, but no one else does either, and that fact makes it all a little more bearable
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