i said would you like to travel 
we could get u all unraveled 
they say 
happy are
happy is 
everything but happiness
ayy
no way
don’t play 
no way 

i got u 
inside my arms 
we can fall until the stars 
will come down with us 
we’re just so withered

u was wit me under moons 
the phases had us changing our hearts
even empty canvases 
can see that they got tears in their art

that brings us back to the startx3\
that brings us back to

OKAYY UMM
i aint even tryna talk unless theres gas up in lungs
who fucking said 
that u can walk around w/o feeling dumb
well fuck it I’m too numb 
make her ass a bowling ball cuz way i rest my thumb

think i need control
its all underwhelming

only in my soul can i find peace 
and think I’m helping

i aint even broke 
cuz in my mind bitch I’m wealthy 

this is not a joke 
its a cry to god help me

UNderwhelmed

all credits belong to @thundergodghostie & @antidashworld
will remove if requested

Ghostie - Run It Up (Prod. Redda)

ONE DAY IM GONNA KILL MYSELF FROM BEIN TOO TURNT LOLZ

Remain Undesired (prod. @1800Nervous)

All tracks written, produced and performed by Questions

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Sasha Stroud at Artificial Audio NYC 1/27/20

Posterboy 2000

I Wanna Be In an Open Relationship

just stuck outside inside da mud n da muck

the muck n the mud (prod. gunke)

MISUNDERSTANDINGS 2 (prod. teemx)

Shh I'm talking (prod C3R6ERUS & ME)

the many times ive died

Dropped me off at five 
It’s Apparent that I 
Am the first one here  
I’ll wait in the bathroom 
Bathroom 

Im staring right at a girl
Whose clothes I wanted to wear  
 But I look in mirror at my dress which I picked 
From the juniors department  

Someone come and euthanize me 
Tonight has taken it out of me
but times like these 
Watching hands in the air 
It hit the hardest it seems


 I never imagined 
I could feel so tragic 
 In a room with a DJ who begs us to grab 
 A partner  

I said I’ll go it alone 
But I look at the room
At All my friends who’ve been taken 
By the boys they came here with 

 Someone come and euthanize me 
 Tonight has taken it out of me  
 But times like these 
    Watching hands in the air 
 It hits the hardest it seems

 We try to get outside 
 Somebody brought a lighter  
To set things we find outside on fire, on fire 

 We’re ushered inside 
 By the teacher who 
I learned to hate cause my friends said I should, 
I had no good reason 
  
Someone come and euthanize me 
Tonight has taken it out of me  
But times like these 
Sitting back Watching hands in the air 
It hits the hardest it seems

You’d think those times last forever 
 That you’ll always remember  
 But the hours turn to minutes to seconds Now I’m the car 

that’s the year I learned
What it’s like 
In a room full of people who think they’re the only one 
Who feel alone 
what it feels like 
To feel alone  
Feel alone
Feel alone

Euthanize Me (Winter Formal 2013)

It’s getting hard to be someone
When everybody  wants someone
I blur together lines 
Of what is theirs and what is mine   
I’ve gotta be somewhere 
Somewhere far away from here 
The function starts at 12 
I’ve got to clean up myself 

Oh who did they wanna see?
Oh I can’t do Bruce Lee 
I don’t want problems Miss 
I’m just an impressionist 
Just an impressionist 

My job’s a shrine to people and fame
These people wanna know my name
It doesn’t matter anyway
As long as I know what to say

Oh my skills come cheap
This costume, I won’t even bother to keep
Oh I keep my money balled in my fist
I’m just an impressionist 
Just an impressionist

I am on my break now
My ciggie’s falling out my mouth
This lady asked if I’d be drinking
So I ran before she got to thinking

I’m not sure who I should be 
Ive never tried being me
I’m tired of being what you want 
My mother said I’m lookin gaunt

I missed by train by one hour 
I’ve gone and caught the rain shower 
My suit my face are washed away 
Clark Kent is gone but now I’ll live another day

Oh I’ll throw my bag in sea 
And exercise them outta me 
Sorry, This party I’ll have to miss 
I’m the goddam impressionist 
Just the impressionist

Pussy Wagon's Lament

The Impressionist

Lyrics Written by Calder Mansfield 

If my  drink was saint 
It’s say I’d prayed enough
And if that saint called to me
It’d say slow down child 

If I could reply 
I’d say why even try?
Before I could speak 
He said youth is wasted on the meek

Even if I was lucid,
I can’t help praying  to saint stupid

The youngins stay angry 
When their days all look the same 
We tell our feet to leave 
We keep ‘em  them  to the floor 

There he is again 
My worst friend 
I’m spitting words of scorn 
Like, “why was I even born” 

The gospels of my youth 
Never held much truth 

I’m somewhat older 
It’s a little clearer now 
Not sure where to go
But at least I’m out 

I’m coming round the bend
I see him at the end 
He shouts “mistakes are all we make”
Well that’s a chance I’ll have to take 

I’m still going through  it 
Me and saint stupid 
Saint stupid

MISUNDERSTANDINGS 2 (prod. teemx)

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