legacy

There are songs that sound like reproaches, but are actually more like mirrors. In each repetition of ‘you're still missing me,’ there is no pride or resentment, but rather the irony of someone realising too late the value of what they have lost.

The melody envelops you in a haze, like cigarette smoke in an empty room, and in this fog, there is a glimmer of a sense of legacy - something more than just the story of a relationship. There is a slight chaos here, a confidence in one's strength, and a hint: ‘anything is possible, but only without you.’ The music leaves an aftertaste - bittersweet, like a reminder that sometimes we lose not the one who is worth it, but the one without whom it is impossible to live.