act I of III
produced, mixed and mastered by me
aerofoil produced by @colecalico

thanks for listening <3

vlinder

my head is a wasteland..
2 of 4
produced, mixed and mastered by me

Was it a misclick
Or have I been a misfit all along?
Dynamics are shifting 
I'm sure that we're fine, I'm probably wrong 
Is there something I'm missing? 
I'm sure there's a verse, a bridge, a song 
That could make it feel different? 
Or are we keeping the tension?
My head is a wasteland
Got my hands in my waistband, I'm a wreck 
Watch 'em turn into fake fans 
Getting over the pain that I project
I'm not willing to take chance
On if things were to shape, mend, break, or mold 
Into how I remembered years ago 
I'm reminiscing of non-existent ghosts 
And all I'm saying is 

I don't ever wanna feel this pressure 
I just wanna go and disengage
Friends are always changing like the weather
You would think I've had enough of change 
2020 in my head felt better
We're probably stuck up in the same old ways 
Could we try to face it, 
Instead of everybody being scene adjacent?

Suspending
Making sense of these strings, I'm lamenting 
And the carelessness stings, and I'm trembling
Feel the penitence cling, head dissenting
No closure, you left, I think I'm over pretending 
It wasn't 'bout me, reprehend me 
Guess I'm waiting for spring, for the ending 
Feel the tips of my wings, I'm ascending 
No longer descending 
I think I'm ready for mending 

Woke up too early, all I'm feeling is this guilt
I tried to recreate the things in which you built 
I don't wanna think about it no more
There's always comfort in the things i can't control 
Woke up too early, all I'm feeling is this guilt
I tried to recreate the things in which we built 
I don't wanna think about it no more
There's always comfort in the things i can't control 

Lashing out
I don't see a way to turn it back around 
Ruined everything and I can't even fix it now
I don't need the sympathy, it's time to hold my ground 
It's over now 
Lashing out
I don't see a way to turn it back around 
Ruined everything and I can't even fix it now
I don't need the sympathy, it's time to hold my ground 
It's over now

scene adjacent

i can't stop pretending..
1 of 4
produced, mixed, and mastered by me

end of the world

it's been a long time, and i can't find the words to say 
the first of july, the temps were high, i flew away 
do you remember all the things we said we'd do?
and after everything that we'd been through 
transparency took me the other way 

gotta try to forget, but i 
analyze what you said the day it died
i don't wanna resent the lie 
my heart will carnify 
and it's all in my head, but i'm 
getting over the dead, and i'll start to try
yeah, i gotta push on, survive 
recall the butterfly 

elevate, suffocate 
but i just can't remember the days of december
ain't it strange, the wind will change
but i never surrender, with the wings of a vlinder 
take your place, on the stage 
take the key from your pocket, and open this cage 
give and take, leave or stay
and i'll be your dissenter, with the wings of a blinder

vlinder

Dylan Longworth