People That You Love Treat You Really Bad

maybe we can try
to stick together

cus everything besides you
doesn’t mean too much 

oh baby i don’t mind
that you barely try

oh baby i wont lie
you’re my favorite type

we don’t say much
yet i’m staring at your face
like i’m in love with you

the things i write about
make me wonder if i’ll
ever get to be with you

i’d play some duster
sitting next to her
and whisper in her ear
“i love you, dear”

i love you, dear

draw the circle
draw something out of its shell
and if you saw me like this
would you never tell

can you feel the white wind
tugging at your arm
and the noiseless crumble
of how absent you are

it will go away
and it will come right back
so ill tell you the truth
nothing completely passes

will we be done 
with what we've done
May we be done
with what we've done

white wind

She got off in Memphis, he kept going to L.A.
Didn’t notice she was gone ‘til almost Santa Fe
Too late to go back for her, oh well, another one gets away.
He put on his    pants each morning one leg at a time.
She took hers off every evening, which he found sublime.
Every day the same thing, but then hey, repetition’s not a crime.

What’s the point in keeping on? Why not call it quits?
It’s clear the pieces are all there, but none of them still fit.
No, it isn’t rocket science, but random it is not.
All the things that first attracted them were gone - guess they both forgot.

He collected sports cars, kept ‘em shiny, no more rust.
Hers was less inspiring - she collected dust.
Every day the same thing, but then hey, who you gonna trust?

He assumed she loved him ‘cause he gave her fancy things.
She assumed he hated her, that’s just the way she swings.
Doesn’t look too good right now, oh well, we’ll see what it brings.
It’s too bad, you know, for when you think what might have been.
If he only cared enough - if she learned the spin.
Every day the same thing, but then hey, neither one of them will win.

What’s the point in keeping on? Why not call it quits?
It’s clear the pieces are all there, but none of them still fit.
No, it isn’t rocket science, but random it is not.
All the things that first attracted them were gone - guess they both forgot.

Every Day The Same

night routines fuck with me and
creepy things r stuck with me and
green-eyed girls are lilies 
in my murky work of swampy creatures

and the witch 
who lives by me
her potions help me sleep

text me soon
i cant stand my fucking room
earbuds wont block out that ghoul
who follows me around at school
halloween is in four days
i patiently await the haze
the candy itll make me sick
ill throw up till my organs quit

all the ghosts say
ur not cool
ur a fool
but we'll see u soon

michelle - MOP

Emily Yacina - A Curse

happy 20th anniversary to duster's 'stratosphere' :)
thank you jarett denner for singing with me 
pic by joe miller

shadows of planes, flying overhead
overhead projection
nightcrawlers in the sky

white wind

fraternal twin

Recent comments

ngc productions

charlotte freebairn

charlotte freebairn

Diego 1st Song Music

Related tracks