Anymore (with Mannequin Shop)

decided i was going to start an emo band by myself and made this in around four hours

hope it's decent enough for the internet

yelling softly, speaking to you
i can read that expression that you do
it screams loudly towards my eyes
"either something's wrong or someone died"
i'm struggling with everyday things
like going to the bank or buying groceries for us
and it's nothing for you to brush me off like dust on your jacket sleeve
but something in you won't let it happen this week

knowing you
breaking down
what exactly is
that awful sound?

missing you
breaking up
how can i be such a
big fuck up?

knowing you
breaking down
what exactly is
that awful sound?

missing you
breaking up
i'll day drink my way
out of this rut

i'll day drink my way
out of this rut

asking questions you don't even know the answer to
it makes no sense, still it's the only thing that i can do
i wish i was invisible for just one day of my life
i'd be so much better off if i disappeared for eternity
late night phone calls, missing your touch
nothing says "i don't need you these days," quite like not answering does
i am sorry for my mistakes
i'm but a fragile addition to something uncouth, you're the nucleus of this whole world

knowing you
breaking down
what exactly is
that awful sound?

missing you
breaking up
how can i be such a
big fuck up?

knowing you
breaking down
what exactly is
that awful sound?

missing you
breaking up
i'll day drink my way
out of this rut

i'll day drink my way
out of this rut

i'll day drink my way
out of this rut

day drink

passed out in some garage
someone broke my guitar
spilled beer on your friend's couch
but i'm not fucking sorry
i'll see you tomorrow
i've gotta sleep some more
and when i leave your house
you'll hear me slam the door

i woke up in the eve-
ning with you in my bed
i wondered what was going on
i wondered what we said
both of us high as hell
surprised that we could speak
said something fucking stupid
and then you said to me

i don't know where i'm goin'
and i don't know what i feel
and i don't know who i am
or what is real

got a gig tonight
don't think i have a ride
supposed to start at 6
i'll be there at 9
what the hell's my name?
i don't remember it
and who plays in my band?
oh, i don't give a shit

i might hit the town
like where's the party at?
and stuff my fucking face
until i have a heart attack
i'm probably better off
a memory or dream
but for now i'm here
at least that's how it seems but

https://rapperatlas.bandcamp.com/album/im-happy

i'm happy

dear, ____

a song that functions as a coping mechanism

maybe i'll leave home today and drive or walk around
i could meet some friends for dinner at a restaurant downtown
but something tells me it's a bad idea to outside
that little voice inside my head that whispers "you might die"

maybe i'll get out of bed and go down to the store
i could buy a couple candy bars or bleed out on the floor
i'm so prone to accidents and awkward little habits
i don't wanna leave my room, i wanna hide out in my attic

i am afraid of everything
i run away from everything

i think i'll go out tonight, and maybe see a movie
'cause there's so much to fear in life, but also so much beauty
i know that my condition is difficult, alright
but i'm sick of letting all my friends believe that they're disliked

so i'm gonna leave my house today
i'm gonna say all that i need to say
and i'll talk to strangers and compliment them
to prove to myself that i'm strengthened again

i am okay with everything
i'll be okay through anything

anxiety; self-reliance

i miss u

yea

LYRICS:
maybe it's the question, maybe it's the answer
i don't know the reason now
and maybe it's your eyelids, maybe it's the moonlight
but something beautiful sticks out

and i'm in my bedroom, watching through the window
stare at the sunlight, wonder where the time is going
you're in the bathroom
crying with your shirt undone
now we're on the freeway, speeding past a cop car
stole your mom's van, and took it for a test drive
and you're sat in the backseat
looking at your best friend's hair

i wanna be more than a cheat day in your diet plan
you can be the lungs, baby, i can be the diaphragm
just breathe, just breathe, and you'll be fine
just breathe, just breathe, it happens all the time

CHEAT DAY

RAPTURE SCHOOL

Annabelle

emo emo emo emo

lyrics:
halfway down the street from my front porch 
i watched you puke 
too drunk, passed out, hoping you could find 
something to do 

i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home or not 
i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home 

and maybe it was my fault 
so afraid, slam my fist into the drywall 
so high, i see the crimson in your eyeballs 
i just hope you pick the phone up when i call 
and maybe it's the highway 
but something's feeling really fucking weird tonight, eh 
i just hope you listen to me now when i say 
i'm not ready to lose you 

and maybe it was my fault 
so afraid, slam my fist into the drywall 
so high, i see the crimson in your eyeballs 
i just hope you pick the phone up when i call 
and maybe it's the highway 
but something's feeling really fucking weird tonight, eh 
i just hope you listen to me now when i say 
i'm not ready to lose you 

i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home or not 
i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home 

halfway up the block from where you sit 
i'm looking weak 
back then, past times, you and i would wander 
through the streets 

i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home or not 
i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home

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Produced by Young Enzo.
Featuring @polearm
Mixed and Mastered by @polearm

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Cloud-mac-make-cults-not-cliques-lyrics

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxkO09cDREw&t=8s

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Make Cults Not Cliques (ft. Polearm)

Atlas - holy fucking shit

Produced by J Grooves.
Featuring @milespowers.
Mixed and Mastered by @polearm.

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Cloud-mac-brooklyn-lyrics

Annabelle

Delphino