im grabbn roses w my hans an the thorns brek my skin 
im tryn not to cri 
but im a man an mi emotion wins 

im pulln hair out an i dont care 
im eatin dirt an i don tknow where 

my head is at 
stomach empty 
pulln teeth an im sorta scared  

has the time changed 
is my mind made no 

as dth leaves change i forget what you say 
forget what u said to u get what im sayin

head is down 
and im owt
one foot in and one out 
yeah lets talk about it 
whys ur photo in my wallet

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Jay Olivine is Ziggy Stardust’s fourth favourite lyricist in Northeast Brisbane. 

He is a hitless wonder who scratches out demos in a dark booth beneath his kitchen. 

Sometimes he adds distortion to cover the snores of his dog. Sometimes he gets away with an acoustic number. 

His dream (not his dog’s dream) would be to license his lyrics to someone who would take them somewhere beautiful. He keeps dreaming. 

Olivine is a common green rock. Jay Olivine is not.

ttHtttHttttHtttttHH ✣✤✥°o｡..,;’.” @tuffhustle

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