Take me down to Salem for Spring Break
Let's tour the Seven Gables and decide if it's fake ourselves
Run a marathon of horror movies before the Greyhound takes us there.
Or we could drive east into the valley
I know of a lake we shouldn't trespass to
But if you take off your clothes, jump in and teach me to swim
Maybe I'll take you there.

Most mornings I wake up
Feeling a little too predictable
So don't you want to switch it up?
Do You ever want to switch it up?

Spring Break In Salem

Diane Young (Acoustic Cover)

Shake It Out (Florence + the Machine Cover)

A quiet little cover made quickly in a bedroom that wasn't mine tonight

Space + Time (Acoustic Cover)

Lyrics:

Bow down to the sorcerer’s sky, 
blue bottles, red red wine, I
pay homage to a death tonight 

Bow down to the coming heat
clean room and a change of sheets, I
undress and then go to sleep

I can’t take this crimson drama, so I
Fall into music but i’m scared it can’t hold my weight anymore.  

Bow down to the sorcerer’s sky, 
blue bottles, red red wine, I’ve
been falling for my head tonight

So I, step back from the make-believe
feel like I’m just never pleased, but
I don’t know what I need

You don’t notice clocks till you’re alone and
Time’s a strange disposition in my hands that don’t make sense no more.

I can’t take this crimson drama, so I
Fall into music but i’m scared it can’t hold my weight anymore.

Red Blue Crimson.

Lyrics:

Even stays on Montenegro Bay won’t be enough
You’ll still take your tear-filled salt baths lying in your tub
Take a holiday but not a break from the blood
Holiday but not a break from the crying
Holiday but not a break from the blood
Holiday but not a break from the trying

So I’ve had too much
of the tides I bring to life just to eat me up
Is it a lack of love?
What a goddamn mystery
Misery

Even stays on Montenegro Bay won’t be enough
You’ll still take your tear-filled salt baths lying in your tub
Take a holiday but not a break from the blood
Holiday but not a break from the crying
Holiday but not a break from the blood
Holiday but not a break from the trying

I’ve been out of touch
Lost all sense of feeling, it’s been all kinds of rough
Maybe I’m out of luck
What a goddamn mystery
Misery

Even stays on Montenegro Bay won’t be enough
You’ll still take your tear-filled salt baths lying in your tub
Take a holiday but not a break from the blood
Holiday but not a break from the crying
Holiday but not a break from the blood
Holiday but not a break from the trying

Holiday

I write poems to drain my head... they manifest as melodies.

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