Simmering Nights

Cold Shoulder

Working Class Heartbreak

Esperando (demo 0)

the developers (demo 1)

you can't hear the mistakes if i put a shit ton of reverb right? (demo 2)

i don't know anymore lol (demo 3)

There's a time, and, a place, but it's not here.

A Time And Place

When I Wanted To Die In 10th Grade

Forgive the Mess

fred (a work in progress)

The Worst of You

These are the colors
In the shades that I fell for you
And the brush of your gifted touch

The glow of the snow
The crackle of our shoes
The hues of your laughter 
And your blues.

A towering city
Over our dirty room
Bundled against a creamy moon

Am I blind
To throw behind
My other senses
I spend time
Behind my old
Defenses 

These are the colors
In the shades that I fell for you
And the brush of your gifted touch
 
 the earth in your iris
The strength of your virus
Taken  for granted when I took you.

Break the branches
Grow the chances

These are the colors
In the shades that I fell for you
And the brush of your gifted touch
 
The mellow of sunrise 
The yellow of your sighs 
The shine of the drop in the morning dew    

Put me on you palette
And canvas

The Fall

The Shame

The Dread (Remastered)

Take Me Everywhere

when we walked to nowhere
and talked about nothing
i felt more than i ever did
pretending
i was something

our words trapped behind borders
eyes that look without orders
why can't you just stay?
you looked down 
and i lost you

the worst version of you
was the first one i knew
was the rest the best you could do?
you left me on the sidewalk

under ugly streetlights
making yellow fall nights
and my love was overcast
beside the concrete corner

i still see the spot 
outside my window
the wind blows
you away, away

in the mornings i walk
to the nothings we talked
i fell more than i ever did
pretending 
you were something

sidewalks

Killer Sunday
when the world
comes crashing in
paying for Saturday
slipping into sin

How long till you figure out
I build promises on doubt
Hidden in my little lies
angels who I eulogize

I see you Monday
You let the silence thin
My sorry's cliche
And I pay

for phrases from the book
with the wall built by your look
I forgot your hazel eyes
hatred's all I recognize

Killer Sunday
I like it on my own
After empty Saturdays
alone on my throne

Killer Sunday

A.A.

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