"Subject to predicate, my thoughts are incomplete. Fragmented phone calls and the lights are on when I fall asleep cause my brain feels like celery. Cause your brain is too ample for me. Pull on your chromosomes. Fate fixed to gravity and you've got this knack for depicting a way of speaking what you see. I wish you were lying next to me. But you're not here. You're in New York City. Why d o you have to be in New York City?"

So unbelievably relevant. Crushfield feels like the perfect soundtrack describing us and our relationship (more so the non-existent one) the past six months. Female fronted, and better yet, girl bands are the best to listen to.