I wrote this song over the Christmas holiday in 2015. My girlfriend at the time was gone to China for three weeks on a music theatre internship. We were 22 and we'd never been apart more than a few days since we got together, it was a trying time for us. Because of the difference in time zones, we only had about forty-five minutes every thirteen hours to try to get a video call in, and usually there were two or three other people in the room with her, so it felt like we couldn't really talk. After a particularly unsatisfying call, I wrote this song from the fetal position on the floor of my childhood bedroom. It is, at moments, so full of self-pity as to be almost parodical ("at least I'm good at being sad"), but listening to it now, it still rings true to me, so here it is.

Only a few weeks after I wrote this, my friend Kyle and I rented a good microphone and drove up to my parents' cottage to record what I thought would be my debut album. It was January and the cottage road was snowed out, so we had to wrap all our gear in garbage bags and load it into a snowmobile trailer to get it in. We wanted the record to sound authentic - like it had been recorded in a couple days in the middle of the woods by two guys who didn't really know what they were doing. Unfortunately, that's exactly what it ended up sounding like. We did six tracks in a weekend, and this is the only one that I still think is any good. Musically, I think I've grown out of what we were trying to do that weekend, but it taught me a lot. It was a wonderful way to fail.