It sounds like an album you’d make with your friends, who aren’t musicians, in one night, with limited instruments and a shared feeling of teenage depression caused by the futile knowing that your existence in high school is just a parallel to adult life.
It also reminds me of this house I drove by often that had a pillow up on the roof. You could see it as you came down the road and it just sat up there, day after day, month after month, year after year. Only the first few times did it capture my attention for a few seconds as I passed by, curious as to why it was up there. But, after some time, I know longer noticed it until one day it was gone. Not because someone took it down from their roof, but because it slowly weathered, rotting under sun and rain until it was nothing…