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LYRICS:

i know we both got our reasons
my mood swings like the seasons
i got something youre fiending 
like that song i was singing
and i know cause back in december
we made out in the midst of a bender
my mind is fried from that winter
like i barely remember

boys will be boys
im tired of playing coy
take you by the hand
step into the void
this house is too cold
this house is too cold
this house is too cold when im alone
so stay home
stay home

i know her lips taste like peaches 
if you ask ill get to leaving
but i never felt like this before

cause i want you
i need you
i want it bad
i want you
i need you
i want it bad

this house is too cold

"It is time for me to start being honest with myself. Authenticity matters. If you know me, you would know that I have a hard time processing feelings - I usually just crack jokes and brush shit off under several layers of irony. I've been making an effort to be more up front with who I am and what I am feeling. I think as people grow older, they get out of touch with their emotions. I don't want that. I want to be able to feel things and be comfortable sharing these feelings. Context as an artist matters. I think an audience can sense if someone is fake. With that being said, in this track I tried really hard to let out that 'cards on the table' and 'my heart on my sleeve' type of honesty. I hope you can appreciate it, I hope you can enjoy it, and I hope you can feel something from it." - Robert
lyrics
She is sitting at the edge of the table while her parents are outside fighting it out
I will never be the one that is stable but for her I guess I'm willing to figure it out

I am bored to death
I am bored of life I guess I am a mess
I'm a mess

But I will try and go on and maybe I can fall asleep tonight
But I keep having these nightmares and I don't really know why
I don't really know why
I am three beers deep in a landlocked state I never drink but I guess I'm drinking today away
From some sort of problem
From some sort of problem
I will try and go on

I will try and go on pretending that everything will be all right
But I keep having these demons putting knives into my spine and I wonder why
Need another round
Alcohol or a .44
My life doesn't suck
Why the fuck am I bitching for
Maybe I can find what it is I am searching for
What it is I am searching for

I will try and go on and maybe I can fall asleep tonight
But I keep having these nightmares and I don't really know why
I don't really know why
I am three beers deep in a landlocked state I never drink but I guess I'm drinking today away
From some sort of problem
From some sort of problem

I will try and go on and maybe I can fall asleep tonight
But I keep having these nightmares and I don't really know why
I don't really know why
I am three beers deep in a landlocked state I never drink but I guess I'm drinking today away
From some sort of problem
From some sort of problem
I will try and go on

3 Beers Deep in a Landlocked State

"I think that in order to make art you need to tap into your youth so to speak.  When I'm making music, I feel I am connected to my youth - to my younger self when I didn't have as many responsibilities and when I was more carefree.  I have to come to terms with time and how it is constantly moving forward.  I feel as though if I let go of music I will subsequently let go of my youth - and idea of letting go of either is equally terrifying to me."  - Robert

Different day but the same mistakes
Trying hard to find my way
Everything is give and take
I'm running out of shit to say
Cracking my phone screen for the aesthetic
She's getting naked and doing calisthenics
Open up the Ableton I'm paying no attention
Feeling kind of spiritual divine intervention
I wish I could go back to the days where ain't shit mattered
I felt less sad I felt more free
Now I get lost in my own daydreams
I keep spinning my wheels and writing verses
She keeps kissing my neck in the suburban
I like to control she is subversive
Sweet nothings in my ear she speaks in cursive
Different day but the same mistakes
Trying hard to find my way
Everything is give and take
I'm running out of shit to say
She keeps feeding me breakfast and mimosas
Sun salutations and doing all that yoga
When I get heated I put her in the cobra
She hopped a flight and now I am a loner
Take me back to the days where ain't shit mattered
I felt less sad I felt more free
Now I get lost in my own daydreams
Now I'm feeling out of context
I'm feeling out of place
Time keeps on moving
Yet I stay the same
I can't fight this feeling
I know I'm to blame
I can't fight this feeling
I know I'm to blame

Cracking My Phone Screen For The Aesthetic

HYPERPOP

Heavily influenced by Sega Saturn and early 2000s emo.

Bobby Bucketzzz