Name: The Painter by bad news club
Duration: 4 min 8 s
Description: My debut single 'The Painter' out now on paradYse/Transgressive.

you said okay

lyrics:
im familiar with everything that's going on around me
i remember i relied on white and everyone to tell me i look pretty
i didn't see too many
but now im seeing less and i confess that i am starting to forget
what having somebody is like
somebody to cry to but instead i want to hide inside my room and talk to nobody at all
i built another wall
i wanted to get better can u see me in the cellar as i curl into a ball
please dont think of me at all

i thought i was grown up when i turned 17
little did i know that growing up required me to fuck up time and time again
i lost so many friends
im almost 22 but im still growing up my hands don't look the same as they did then
wish that i could try again
build up one more wall and take the fall to save us all
please don't think of me at all

please dont think of me at all (demo)

your fathers car

[fiending smiles collapsed under feet
my closed eyes swallow me

little child do you hear me
ive been smiling so lonely

and ive died
blurry eyed

with blurry eyes ill smile
take these lies and make them mine
ive been lost for so damn long
that i cant help but take
a good long pause
id went and id talked
and youd took all my love
now im lost

these blurry eyes still smile]

11-17-15

(big thanks 2 taylor ochoa for background hummies n harmonys)

I won’t forget
 how your hands fit 
even if you regret it
 I guess we all change with the seasons there don’t have to be a reason 
for the leaves to fall 
or me to call you back 
this time 
i’ll try 
not to cry again but i’m tired 
and i’m worn 
and ive been right here before
(i’ll try, to not cry, but i lied, i felt like shit this whole time)
try to call you up 
but I guess One year was too soon 
and I know you still think about how you fucked me on your front porch 
I’m sorry you never loved me 
I’m sorry this lyrics are so ugly
 I’m sorry I had to leave 
all the times you left me calls 
begging me please 
and how I ruined your life 
and now your mother hates me 
sorry for calling you up 
every time that I can’t breathe 
and for doing all these drugs 
when I promised I’d stay clean,
I really wish I could just go back
 and never go inside that stupid gas station 
I wish I never came over 
I wish we never watched Palo Alto 
and I wish I never loved you
because

it’s January 4 
and you make my heart thump and my hands shake, but how can I be content when You’re in love with someone else? seeing you type makes me feel sick, and it’s been four days and i miss the buzz of my phone shaking my hand like how my lips were the first time we kissed,  and now i only taste you from three shots of vodka.  and you say that drunk words are sober thoughts, but what if you never respond to me? Because anything can kill you especially a girl with a freckled smile and short curly hair, and i may seem fine but if someone asked I’d still studder your name. 
does my absence bother you? or did my presence never impact you the way I thought it did? cause you asked me to wait five minutes, but I stayed up all fucking night, and I hope his bed warmer than mine, but when he breaks your heart I’ll be here fixing my sheets for you. 

and you tore me apart in an attempt to fix yourself, And I really do hope you’re doing okay, and I hope you sleep full nights without the thought of me constantly poisoning your brain, because here’s the thing:
we were so young
 and falling in love always seem like a dumb dream 
but I learned a lot 
and I hope you did too 
because it’s January 4 
and you make my heart thump and my handshake 
but how can I be content when you never were?
 i hope you find better in someone you can find comfort in,
like how i found in you,
it’s january forth and we are fighting,
it’s march forth and im writing this poem,
it’s may forth and i miss you but you seem happy so i’ll leave you alone,
it’s august forth and i dont think about you everyday anymore,
it’s november and i’m okay without you. 

the whispered words at the last couple seconds is this:

(i hope one day you let yourself out of the tomb you call your chest and you learn how to unlock all the locks he built up over time and you learn to love yourself too)

Poem (on spotify/tidal/apple music)

this is not as good as it could have been but im building a new computer and will lose all my demos so i decided to top this one off and post it!! :p thank you for listening

lyrics:
i'm never really happy with anything that i do
i always feel like someone else could've done it better
i know that didn't rhyme i just wanted to say
that i feel this way every fucking day
of my life

but it's ok i know that i'll be alright
and maybe one day i'll feel like i did something right

The Painter

bad news club

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