Midnight

The audio from this song is from a Black Lives Matter protest in Boston this past November. I was there, otherwise I would not use it. This song is a memory, and is in honor of black life. 

Violence (A Protest Song)

Concrete (Original Song)

Battle Wounds (original song)

I Warned You (original song)

Again (opb FettyWap/ Drake/ Kiana Ledé)

Atlas' Daughter (original)

2016

IDK YET ((August 31st))

purple

PLEASE

Mourn

You’re on fire
I can feel it coming off you
Burning brighter
In the dark
My heart screaming
Girl tonight let's ease the tension with our bodies
Na na na, na na

I swear it’s the risk
Worth it all to let go
And give in to us
And give in to love

Don’t be afraid of the touch of our fingers
And don’t be scared if your lips want to linger, linger

Come on
And take me home, and take me home
Just come one
And take me home, take me home
Cause you don’t gotta be alone, unless you wanna
But if you wanna 
Take me home
Then take me home

Take me slowly
One wave at a time
Wading deeper
Into this ether
Feel the earth shift
Feel the panic
But don’t stop no no no
You’re so close

Don’t be afraid of the pull of our hips girl
Don’t be scared of this tender new world, new world

Come on
And take me home, and take me home
Just come one
And take me home, take me home
Cause you don’t gotta be alone, unless you wanna
But if you wanna 
Take me home

Baby I can be your rose, if you let me
I’ll give you beauty
I’ll give you ecstasy
So please
Please take me home

Cause we’re on fire
Burning through the midnight
With desire
In our hearts

Take Me Home

I was the tree, and I was the paper. 
I was the hair, and I was the razor.
I was the leg, and I was the table. 
I was the cloth, and I was the indigo.

Spill (Indigo)

It’s the blue light when we’re out with our friends
It’s the blue light asking where the night should end
It’s the blue light saying “come over”
It’s the blue light and my coat on my shoulders

Lying in your room playing with your hair
Lying to myself saying that there’s nothing there
There’s nothing that we share
No reason to care
No way of knowing where this is going

What are we doing here (x3)
What are we doing

It’s the cold light of the moon when I’m walking home
It’s the warm light through my window when I wake up alone
It’s the white lies when our friends ask what’s going on
It’s the white  lies when I say we’re fucking and that’s all

Laughing in your room
Riding in your car
Promising myself I won’t let this go too far
And yet here we are, so
And yet here we are, so

What are we doing here (x3)
What are we doing

I’m not your boyfriend
But I’m somebody
I’m not emotionally available, or mentally stable
But I’d like to be

Be the blue light when we’re out with our friends
Be the blue light asking where the night should end
Be the blue light saying “come over”
Be the blue light and the coat on your shoulders

Lying in my room
Playing solitaire 
Lying to myself
That I’m too cool to care
But you’re coming over
And you wanna know what

What are we doing here (x3)
What are we doing

2019

Solitaire

I am the weeping tree
Carve your lover into me
I’ll be here when she leaves
And you’ll return to water me

I am the weeping tree
Come under my canopy
Bring your friends, your books, your weed
Build a new world under me

I am the weeping tree
Protector of the weary
Nourished by the sun and sea
Of tears that tender humans leave

I am the weeping tree
By Hopkins House on Elm Street
Give your secrets all to me
I’ll hold them close for centuries

I remember that night
The window with the twinkling lights
Underneath a dark sky
I saw the wonder in you die

And I was there the coming days
I watched you leave, and I watched you stay
And when the winds would hiss your name
It was I, who sent them away

I am the weeping tree
I  don’t grant wishes, and I can’t clean
Away the marks that lovers leave
So I wear them all over me

I am the weeping tree
I’m much older, than I used to be
Once I was young, and evergreen
The cleanest bark you’d ever seen 

I am the weeping tree
Carve your lover into me
I’ll stay here when you leave
Like I have for centuries

I am the weeping tree
By Hopkins House on Elm Street
Bring your heartache, your pain, your weed
Lay it all down, at my feet

The Weeping Tree

College parties, college drinking
All you outcasts, gather round
Roll a fat one, pour the shots
Give this death, all you’ve got

Let the liquor, loosen your mouth
Make a bow with friendly tongues
Call your lover, say you’re sorry
Then go back to making fun

Your friends are all drunk and useless
Welcome to senior year
The night is young, and ruthless
And you want to disappear

In the hallway
In the hall
In the hallway
In the hall
 
You can hear them, all around you
Broken hearts and blushing sighs
Truth’s a hard pill to swallow
But it’ll still, get you high

I know a far away land
Hidden from even the moon
Somewhere queer and quiet
A place you can lick your wounds

In the hallway
In the hall
In the hallway
In the hall

Twilight zone, a place to be alone or
Highway cutting through the noise and bedrooms
Chamber of secrets, come close and lean in
Tell them

But if you tell them
Tell them now
With your words or 
With your mouth
You should know it’s
Now or never
You can’t stay here
Forever

In the hallway
In the hall
In the hallway
In the hall

You can’t stay here
You can’t stay
You can’t stay here
you can’t stay

C.I.S.

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