Wait, Move from Aging Truths by Meridian

Sew up my clothes when they tear from overuse. Be a stronghold when I’m flailing. My hands are wide open, eager to receive a letter that sends my mind sailing out to the ocean, massive and free. This day was bound to come sometime, so gas up the car and check temperature. Attempt at easing my mind. Chorus: I’ll wait for you to return. Wait for you. I’ll dig my feet into the sand. I won’t move. I bend and I break every chance that I get to have someone make my decisions. But I’ve learned that my methods aren’t always best and that logic often trumps opinion. So write me a postcard from your new home. I hope you experience something. I’ll see you on holidays and breaks in the summertime. Return to my arms, still and loving. (chorus)

• Alternative
• acoustic
• folk rock
• indie
• indie rock
• punk
• Cleveland