walking home
from the block
where you dropped me off
i feel my palms lose blood

simple suckers
for the rush i know
our common ground
is fucking up

so constantly
why do you talk to me?

i can't be as good for
anybody else
so I'll keep it to myself 

what’s your endgame
what’s your purpose?
you casually ask tough ass questions
‘cause i don't know
does it ever make you nervous?
‘cause i can’t even get up in the morning
does getting old mean making good decisions?
forever wishing i shouldn’t have stayed up

constantly
why do you talk to me?

i can't be as good for
anybody else
so I'll keep it to myself 

walking home
from the block
where you dropped me off
i feel my palms lose blood



constantly

side-project

half-lit was made in an attempt to channel my post-midnight loneliness into something else ––– and it is something else altogether: a way to reach other people. a way to revel in collective sadness. suddenly i'm not as lonely. - b

http://soundcloud.com/bpvalenzuela
