a cover of alex g and emily yacina's unreleased 'treehouse'. 

lyrics:
do not enter is written on the door way
why can't everyone just go away?
except you
you can stay
what do you think of my treehouse
it's where i sit and talk really loud
usually i'm all by myself
i'm the captain 
you can be the deputy
i'm really glad you think I'm so funny
i don't think i'm ever gonna let you leave

treehouse

here you are again 
when 
no one else is awake 
and the name 
on the cake 
was never mine 
it's such a shame 
i'd take 
all of your time 

different is all the same 
in a 
place where you can sleep 
if wet concrete 
could weep 
i'd never walk 
i'd use my feet 
to leap 
and end it all 

and the name 
on the grave 
it wont be right 
it's such a shame 
i had to live 
such a lie

jeffrey

cake

when i was a kid 
my mom's blanket was the sea 
when i was a kid 
i stole my brother's mp3 player 
when he started smoking weed 
i remember 'cause he tried to tell me 
that a strawberry and a song 
could've been heaven all along 
i was 16 before 
the pen started to shake 
i was 16 before 
i was there before 
i saw the world through a tv screen 
when i was a kid 
everything looked brown 
what started it 
all besides the ground? 
where it all comes from 
what we're all made of 
it's only dirt and skin 
nothing lies within

fetus flower

faker 
i'm not pretending 
i don't feel it anymore 
i can see it clear 
you don't want me here 
you don't want me here 

faker 
i'm going that way 
you won't see me anymore 
i can see it clear 
you don't want me here 
you don't want me here 

i can see you clear 
you don't want me here

faker

don't wanna live until i'm 103 
smoking bad weed and eating colour tv 
got more change in my bag 
than change that will last 

i'm broke and i'm spent 
i'm broke but i haven't spent a cent 

kickball is not the same 
what is insane just feels mundane 
got plenty listerine 
but i'm out of novocaine 
why keep a wound clean 
if i can't rid the pain? 

i'm broke and i'm spent 
i'm broke but i haven't spent a cent

peachford

white washed rain stains 
you found mildew on your window pane 
red wood rot replaced with blue neon, 
green elevators, and birds that change colours 
black ants crawl up your knees 
to remind you that you're here 

reincarnated to suffer 

dirty burgundy under your doorway 
lemon pinesol coming your way 
all you need to know of your life 
is a prophecy scrawled on gas station walls 

reincarnated to suffer

i had a kitten, harvey 
a grey stray my dad abhorred 
i'm sure he died in the rain 
and you cried at the graveyard 
tore off a piece of yourself 
and threw it into the street 
i wanted you to tell me something 
as real as i could know 
you did and i could give you nothing 
across the sea or in a willow garden 
rolling 'round in soft warm white 
i couldn't give you an apology 
i wish i would've kissed 
your lips and not the hands 
that fed me so i could sleep 
on a belly full of vicodin 
with over-the-counter sticky medicines 
i made you temporary 
i couldn't give you nothin'

harvey

solo indie/lofi-folk/punk-bedroom/pop-whatever project

f0ul m0uth

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