instrumental

Romantic (EM Project 2)

Keeping quiet 
Over the phone
Shut the door
Shut your mouth

Hey
I love you and I hope this shit works out
Between you and me

south padre

song from 'caribou killer', which will be out reasonably soon

i'm gnashing teeth on bent knee
there are two rooms and only one of me
the context is lost in what you speak
stage blood all over the back seat

i've got your high beams in rearview
i can't see a thing
dust clouds form near you
the road is starting to sink

i'm scared that i am missing out
i've known the words but haven't said them aloud
in some facets that i hardly know
rust in my eyes, fingers, and toes

it feels so strange, just an inkling
dry in my mouth
what the fuck were you thinking?
what are you going on about?
the ropes are tightened up
and you're pulling on the ends
it's time i lightened up
walking under the edge

i know how i harshly press my eyes
but i don't know why-
something just feels right
within some conduit through which we rationalize 
the nameless guilt on our back all of the time
"do i have to do this for the rest of my life?"
i have to do this until the day i die

conduits

It's Okay I Promise

PLAYER VS PLAYER

Art by Libby Harris

I wake today I see the sun
I wonder if it rains today
I hope that you and I can find our raincoats
I know whatever I do I'll still get drenched

I might be a cloud
With a grey forecast
That seems to stay
I hope 
That my rain
Will be gone one day

Clouded mind that's the outlook for the week
No sun here when do I shine ?
Precipitate words and make them blue again
Force yourself to leave that dreary room

I might be a cloud
With a grey forecast
That seems to stay
I hope 
That my rain
Will be gone one day

Rain Cloud

BootlessBob