lyrics:

And I am drunk again
In the bathtub
Playing with the plug 
I am three years old and the water’s turning cold

I am high as a kite
Promised I’d try to quit
But I am a liar
Who's been known to sleep with the truth

You aren’t mine
And I hate it
But I won’t say anything
Besides the words I need just don’t exist

And I am far from an author
Closer to a disaster
Impending 
Yeah I always manage to fuck up everything 

And I’m so mad
But I hold my anger so silently
So tightly inside the palm of my hand
And I’m so scared
But I keep my cards so close
I only show them to my chest

Some may say we’re so alike
But we’re as far as parallel lines

It was 2am and I was
Right in the centre of an epiphany
The moon never looked so unbelievably white
And sometimes I think I 
Self abuse before anyone else can get to it
I’m so determined that no one could possibly like me for me

And I’m so mad
But I hold my anger so silently
So tightly inside the palm of my hand
And I’m so scared
But I keep my cards so close
I only show them to my chest

Some may say we’re so alike
But we’re as far as parallel lines

And all I wanna know 
Is did you mean to take it so out of context so distanced to the point where I can’t forget it
Was it always your intention to crawl inside my head
And paint the walls with this gorgeous blue
As deep as the oceans as dark as the night
I would know I’m awake all the time still thinking of you 

We’re just too far apart to ever be fine
Just a pair of parallel lines

parallel lines (demo)

lyrics:

I have never once seen you real mad
Even when Will took your board out without asking first
And you know I can’t get enough of being on my own
But god you know I’m so done with feeling lonely
We took the bus down the coast to get to some girls party you used to go to school with and it’s her birthday but nobody gives a shit
They’re too busy trying to find somebody to impress
Except for you

And I know it’s just not possible

My old friends they put me to shame with a bright red angry A on my chest
because I’ve been around trying to rub you out of my skin
Everyone says that it won’t last but I feel like I’m numbed in the mouth and the dentist is waiting to pull all my teeth out
I can’t even taste my own tongue anymore

And I know it’s just not possible
If I could walk across the water to you I would
And I know you said it sucks and it’s so stupid
So why don’t we do anything about it

In my dreams the man on the moon says darling it’s not you
It’s out of your control
But what does he know he's never seen anything besides through his telescope 
And I got mad when I saw that ad
Saying everyone can still be saved
I’m forsaken 
But I’m still smiling as I’m taken away
to the back of your mind
I’ll be fine
I will be alright
It’s just another bruise it’ll fade in a few days time

man on the moon (voice memo)

lyrics:

When I was 8 I got stung by a Portuguese man o' war in France
And it hurt for hours and hours and I didn’t get in the water for four days straight afterwards
But now I’m six months away from turning twenty 
I want a tattoo of a jellyfish on my arm
And I don’t know if that’s ironic or just a part of growing up
Sometimes I think I’m happy in the big city at university and people and the music scene 
And other days I want to run away to an ocean I’ve never been before where nobody knows my name
And I’m still figuring out what the hell I plan to do with my life it’s terrifying
And it could stop at anytime I want to make it mean something for somebody or something

but it’s hard when you don’t really know who you are and everything just keeps on piling up and up
I’m trying to rent a flat, and a mate of mine died, and I’m lonely a good sixty to eighty percent of the time
And I don’t want to prove anybody right about me
Fuck em
I’m still breathing 
Nice and slowly

And I can feel sad from time to time that’s alright I’m learning to accept that side of me
Pick myself off the bathroom floor its cold down there and crying never got me anywhere
And I’ve torn myself apart over guys who didn’t want me back and mates who left cause I wasn’t good enough 
But I’m an albatross like that David Attenborough documentary where it flies a 
across the sea 

but it’s hard when you don’t really know who you are and everything just keeps on piling up and up
I’m trying to rent a flat, and a mate of mine died, and I’m lonely a good sixty to eighty percent of the time
And I don’t want to prove anybody right about me
Fuck em all
I’m still breathing 
Nice and slowly

When I was eight I got stung by a Portuguese man o'war in France

jellyfish (voice memo)

lyrics:

I have never said I love you to my dad
So what gives you the right to ask
Cowboy boots on my arm tattooed on my left arm
I’ve been told I’m too hypercritical

And you’re just a myth
Nobody ever says it like it is
Your heart sore
You like you’ve been round the block before
Does it ever get easier

Age sixteen took a photo in her underwear
What a silly little idiot
Burnt her hand trying to set his shit on fire
Younger me was a car wreck with a sole survivor

And you’re just a myth
Nobody ever says it like it is
Your heart sore
You like you’ve been round the block before
Does it ever get easier

Please tell me it gets easier

cowboy boots (voice memo)

revolving doors (demo)

indie pop songwriter living in my van which doubles as my home studio :)

girl in a van