The story
They keep missing the mark and calling it love.
Two people keep meeting in the gaps between classes and late nights, trying to make something last in a place built for leaving. The chorus circles the same tired promises, the same split-second doubt, as if every almost-kiss already knows the ending. By the time the campus goes quiet, the room feels emptier than before.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
The lyric sheet for this one isn't published yet — press play and listen along.