Never thought I would learn the spin of a spiral so well
Wish I could lift you to my lips and love you like I did when we were kids
What's one last time?
Why lie, I can't leave you behind
A lie, one more time, a dime, I'm gonna

My mother told me "be true"
I think I can say I failed you

Mary
Your best isn't all that you say it's meant to be
Mary
Your breath's flooding through my lungs and
It's got the best of me 

I love my friends so much but they don't feel the same
They still love the old ways but again I've changed
I think that I should leave

Death Tokes

Slowman

Most rivers don't flow both ways
I find my spent time unrequited by unintended narcissistic plays
Everybody just stays
In their homes in hope and peace for future days
They're doing their best

I'm just not content with that life
I want to do so much more than just stick out the grind to get by
Make the most vibrant dreams spark and flare into life
Though my goddamn heart's in splinters it's got to be goodbye

Find the sun outside your home
'cause it's a little less lucid in the smoke you roam
Hollow hearts get filled alone 
With substance
Find the sun outside your home
Because your window panes won't warm up your bones
Hollow hearts get filled alone 
With substance

You don't deserve this shit from anyone 
Let alone the people who pose as and call themselves your friends
You've got to get a little harder, smarter, don't be like your father
Let the ones you love, love you like you can't do to yourself
But do to everybody else 

You want to find some truth in this?
Then tell me

Melissa McCall

Substance

Alone in my room 
People pass in the street 
They don't look but I do 
I do, I do, nightly, lately, in dark hues 

Embers coat the street 
I float, I haunt, I stare at the out from the in 
Too ashamed to reach. 
Reach through the glass and out through the walls I've been ghosting 
If a tendril creeps through the web 
I might attest I'm infested, but I'm still too scared to say yes. 

I guess I'm alone in my room 
People pass in the street 
They don't look but I do 
I do, I do, nightly, lately, in dark hues 

There's two shadows, just one follows 
A silhouette's every move 
Call it lost love, a spectral tug, or ethereal subturfuge 
It sounds so meant to be, my best friend and me 
Dancing as we kill ourselves 
Call it lost love, a spectral tug, it's the truth 

I don't ever want to fill myself with someone new, someone else that is not you 
Someone who actually cares 

Become the ghost in the room 
So I can feel like I used to 
Haunt myself 'till I kill off you 
I want to feel like I used to 

And if a tendril creeps through the web 
I might say that, I might say that I don't feel I follow 
And if you wanted to, it might seem

Ghost, Haunt

What a day to watch TV 
With a sideways screen 
I'm a wasteman's dream 
Pretending my friends don't end at my internet stream 

Pixel daydream 
21 but feeling 17 
Catalepsy 

Stream, pixel daydream 
21 but feeling 17 
Catalepsy

Pixel Daydream

I write songs, a bit sad, a bit nice.

EP Download: https://deathtokes.bandcamp.com/releases