it's all mental demo

cover of souvenir by linnea, 
added some harmonies!

souvenir - boygenius (cover)

your new favorite enemies to lovers anthem, from yours truly. available on all streaming platforms! here is a masterlist of my links to find me everywhere — https://www.campsite.bio/faithzap

lyrics:
[verse 1]
if everybody was dead
i still wouldn't want you
i guess humanity's dying off
but i heard what you said
i can't get rid of you
you're in all of my late night thoughts

[pre-chorus]
i don't know what i would say
if you asked me on a date
would i scream and run away?
or would i say yes?
do you even feel the same?
wish i could see inside your brain
i wonder what it would contain
but if i had to guess

[chorus]
i think maybe you hate my guts
but you also wanna fall in love
think about holding hands in a theater 
or running me over with your four-wheeler
but maybe it's not that at all
and it was always only me who'd fall for you
even though i don't like you
isn't that what we're supposed to do?

[verse 2]
if everybody found out
i'd have to kill you
cause i don't want things to change
i don't know when it started, but i know there's something
and i wish i could stop it
but i guess i'm just too late

[pre-chorus]
i don't know what you would say
if i asked you on a date
would you scream and run away?
or would you say yes?
do you even feel the same?
wish i could see inside your brain
i wonder what it would contain, but if i had to guess

[chorus]
i think maybe you hate my guts
but you also wanna fall in love
think about holding hands in a theater 
or running me over with your four-wheeler
but maybe it's not that at all
and it was always only me who'd fall for you
even though i don't like you
isn't that what we're supposed to do?

[bridge]
you hate me, i hate you
but i like you, i don't want to
you hate me, i hate you
but i like you, i don't want to
you hate me, i hate you
but i like you, i don't want to
you hate me, i hate you
but i like you, i don't want to
you hate me, i hate you
but i like you, i don't want to
you hate me, i hate you
but i like you, i don't want to

[chorus]
i think maybe you hate my guts
but you also wanna fall in love
think about holding hands in a theater 
or running me over with your four-wheeler
but maybe it's not that at all
and it was always only me who'd fall for you
even though i don't like you
isn't that what we're supposed to do?

If Everybody Was Dead

I rewrote getting older from the fans perspective to maybe let Billie know how special she is and she does deserve what she has.

Getting Older From Fans

The university avenue sessions - the university of Toronto

Lyrics:
there are many theories as to how we came to be
(i’m not sure which one i believe).

did we appear as dually flickering lights
above a hazy skyline?
fluttering, distant,
choking on stifling fog:
first solitary decades of life
as a lukewarm utterance into the vacuum, 
whispering, “oh, what is this emptiness?”
haggard gesturing suggesting
half is not missing, but whole

and someday, when beacons collide,
not coincidence, but prophecy,
wrenching claims of meant-to-be
the sparks erupt in ultraviolet chaos,
volcanic, raging,
a mighty wallop of colour and sound,
a shattering cry of belonging
splitting time itself.

i don’t think so.
i don’t think i was born to love anyone
except myself, and even that,
some days, i’m not sure is true.

i don’t think our initials are carved
into anything immortal,
let alone battered into the very cosmos;
the air didn't lock into place upon our arrival,
awaiting the moment our silhouettes
would one day fill the empty space.

i could fall in love with a melody,
let crawl through my body
(or a train ride, or alabaster sheets;
there are chemicals that do these things to me),
i could grow fond of many things
but how particular my fondness of you

how fervent, how violent, how gentle

i think we're just moths
riding on the backs of giants
and i wasn't drawn to you
because our wings are both blue
but because they're the same colour
as everyone else’s
and you were willing to listen to
why that scared me

we’re not star-crossed 
but we can still wrap ourselves in the seams
of a quilted universe that we did not stitch;
bathe in the glow of a sun
that does not shine for us;
run atop an earth that
does not feel our hurried footsteps
as they thump,
thump
thump

how lucky we are
to have nothing expected of us.
quickly—all the time we will ever know
is tapping her toes on the doorstep
and i do not want to keep her waiting

Phoebe Bridgers - If We Make It Through December

Dead Oceans