i cant believe youāre gone from EFTM makes me miss my nanu (grandmother) so freaking much.
somehow jack is able to express exactly how even after years of trying to deal with it, grief just hits you out of nowhere and youāre back to that same place saying āi canāt believe youāre goneā.
i LOVE how in the first chorus he cant even bring himself to say āI cant believe youre goneā cause you really just CANT believe that they are gone. So many times I hear myself say oh I am going to my nana-naniās home and then I canāt even bring myself to THINK that oh its just my nanaās home nowā¦
āsand bottles and essays outlive you, how wrong. this room is a nightmare this room is my godā she was a literature phd, she authored books, she wrote essays and poems and sometimes i just hug her books, i outline the words wishing somehow this brings me closer to her. i hate the room she passed away in but then again it is my god because i have countless memories of her there. thats her bed. she used to sit right there. she used to smile.
āsome days a giant, others a kid and somedays im too scared to even fucking begin, cause i canāt believe youāre goneā yep. this.
āthese hope filled liesā everybody saying she went without pain she had lived a long good life its better this way āthese unearned traditionsā i took her socks so now everytime i have an important day at college/work or when i miss her extra hard i wear her socks, i wear her slippers every day even though they arenāt in the best condition, she used to love dancing in rain so i do that now to remember her āif you repeat them enough you can live with somebody whoās missingā