Don’t ask me how listening to a band whose lyrics mostly revolve around break ups, lost love, and other less than cheery subjects has become a coping mechanism for my anxiety.
Maybe it’s because, despite all the sadness in their songs, their music still evokes such a feeling of hope, even if it’s only a fleeting hope.
Needless to say, The Script is all I’ve wanted to listen to the last day or two. In fact, I’m listening to them right now as I write this. If only The Script had a Christmas album. Now, that would be perfect. Well, actually, probably not…there probably doesn’t need to be another mediocre Christmas album out on the market; as much Continue reading “A Love Letter to The Script”