it's something you said
it's something i did and i regret
the time that i spent 
stealing my father's cigarettes
you're not like the summer
climbing on rooftops and feeling depressed
the sadness still hovers
if only i could leave it somewhere else

i want to go outside
and see the world through your eyes
you're not like the others, i
feel everything and i
no matter how hard i try
i havent felt this way in such a long time
in such a long time
but i feel with you, ooh oh oh

it's something you said
it's something i did and i regret

i want to go outside
and see the world through your eyes
you're not like the others, i
feel everything and i
no matter how hard i try
i havent felt this way in such a long time
in such a long time

but i feel with you, ooh oh oh

Not Like The Summer

not luv

The Devil’s Done (Thank You God)

The Eden Project - Times Like These

My hands, your waistline.
I touch your face like, 
"God, I wish I cared enough."
Go slow, let's take time.
I'm trying to find
a reason I should give a fuck.

Before you love me just remember,
love is only sweet surrender,
and I can't get my heart to be on board.
Well, I'm feeling on your silhouette,
but I'm just not really feeling it.
I don't confuse butterflies with being bored.

I want to want you to bad.

Well, being alone is a devil cut from gold,
it's a demon I can hold too close.
Well, being alone is a kingdom I can't fold,
but it's lonely and it's cold.
But it's all I've ever known.

You're hands, my waistline.
We tried and now I,
I see you wanna give it up.
Your fault, you waste time.
Still act like it's mine.
I wonder when I'll be enough.

But before you touch me just remember,
the lines you wrote in every letter.
Somehow you refuse to move up north.
And I'm feeling your lips on my neck, 
but to you I'm just a fucking wreck.
And I'll never really learn.

I want to want you so bad. 

If you're not gonna love somebody else,
then you better get to loving yourself.
But love is something I'm just not built for.
Well being alone is a devil cut from gold,
it's an angel with no soul,
but it's all I've ever known.

Face it now, you don't want this, sugar.
I've been up all night.
I'm a mess and I'm lost in the head, 
and no, I'm never gonna get it right.

GOLD (feat. Lauren Sanderson)

haunted (acoustic)

III

written, produced, mixed, and mastered by nekokat

III

HAUNTED (ACOUSTIC)

i can’t remember when the dark came round.
but i knew it by name when the house burned down.
it grabbed me by the neck. it dragged me to the bed.
it covered my mouth and fucked with my head.
i can’t remember when the dark came round.

and i’ve been lying to my sister again.
second time this year she’s cried by my bed.
she says, “please, quinn, don’t start thinking again.
you worry me sick when you get like this.”

i can’t remember when the dark came round
but i can feel it in my cheeks when i smile, even now.
i remember what it’s like to fight the urge to crash the car.
how could i forget?

are you ever really whole again?
maybe blue is just who i am.

there’s noise in my ears like the salt in my tears
are you ever really whole again?
and it’s dark in my room and my mind has been too.
but i’d never lay this burden on you.

now, please mama, don’t you worry bout me.
no, no, sweetie, don’t you worry bout me.
i’ll be fine, or i’ll try
but these trials are mine.
please mama, don’t you worry bout me.

The Grieving Young

PLEASE MAMA

Cruel

dancing

Spit me out,
if you don’t like the taste 
I leave in your mouth.

Say it loud,
cause the moans you make
are bumming me out.

I’m out of touch when I touch myself
and you’re out of reach when I love myself.

And if you 
wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna
break my heart:
Gimme me something 
worth breaking about.

Gimme something
Gimme something
Don’t stop!
Right there!

Spit me out,
if you don’t like the way
I taste on your tongue.

Put me down,
you don’t get me hot
I’m barely having fun.

I’m rolling my eyes 
at your moves and your sighs,
and it’s no big surprise
you can’t love me like I do.

And if you
wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna
break my heart:
Gimme something
worth breaking about.

I’m out of touch when I touch myself
and you’re out of reach when I love myself.

PLEASE MAMA

FORMER VANDAL

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