A book that we made to tell the story of TFOOL, a story book with illustrations.
They were handmade; printed, cut, and sewn by hand. That is why they are priced the way the are. Since they were handmade some may have small discrepancies or small defects. These are a labor of love. Thanks for understanding, hope you like it.
Story by RB Roe and Dustin Reinink
Book design by London Book Arts
Construction by Dustin Reinink at The Treehouse and Studio Two Three
Layout by RB Roe
Illustrations by Madison Chaffer
Photos by Hailey Lamb
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lyrics
Okay, but how honest do you honestly want me to be?
Do we accept the place we've found ourselves after all of the things we've seen?
Is it action or inaction that’s brought me head between your shoulder and the seam?
Okay honestly? This is where I wanna be.
Sorry I’ve been distant lately, I didn’t wanna speak.
I’ve been drifting, imprisoned indecision. Failing trying not to disassociate.
I know you know I’m here for you. As I know you, confidant. I know you, I’m confident
That if what’s meant to be will be, then I can trust in you and me.
Our lives stitched together cleanly.
It’s not if it’s when, I will see you again.
If we were cut from the same cloth.
And stitched together, I’ll see you soon. So til then…
Between your shoulder and the seam my selfishness and selfless meet.
Maybe we could mend the fabric tearing, but I’m preoccupied by what she’s asking.
You say you wanna leave not for me but for you.
It seems obvious this is what we’d choose. You get your distance, and we get to grow something new
It’s not if it’s when, i will see you again
If we were cut from the same cloth,
And stitched together, I’ll see you soon, so til then,
Can you really hold close everyone that you know and try to control, not swallow them whole?
Don’t you see that you destroy everyone that you love…
And now you blame it on this fate that you’ve got?
I’m tearing at the seams.
Maybe I could learn to hold onto all of this forever.
Maybe this could start to stitch things back together.
Not to control, but maybe just hem how it folds.
Maybe some kind of purpose could make off this suffering worth it.
It’s not if it’s when, I will see you again.
If we were cut from the same cloth,
It’s not if it’s when, i will learn my lesson.
If were given this second chance, maybe i won’t fuck it up, make it last.
And stitched together,I’ll see you soon, so til then
