There’s an audible sigh at the end of this song that sounds like resignation and defeat. The kind of sigh that suggests bottoming out and silently thinking to yourself, “What the hell just happened to my life?” Or maybe it’s William Fitzsimmons’ reaction to finally singing those words that have caused the most pain: “I hope you’ll be okay.“
Love is about waiting and hoping, and maybe a little bit about making yourself believe in something that possibly was never there in the first place. Love is acknowledgement.
“Even still, even now. Even though we fell apart,” Fitzsimmons sings.
Sigh.
The Sad Bastard Hall of Fame Inductees:
“South Tacoma Way,” Neko Case
“Even Now,” William Fitzsimmons