home recording
January 2014

Invade your mind, like the termites in your walls 
Only when your guard is down, I come out and crawl 

Haven't we walk down this street this time last year? 
No, different pairs of hands, and hearts, and fears 
I write you love songs, in pencil so I can erase your name 
Subject to change, 
Nothing stays the same 
Nothing stays the same 

Lock our fingers as we trip along the cobblestones 
Get home late. Kill the lights, and smash our bones 
Like a garden snake I peel my skin and leave it in the grass 
Sun comes up, I'm crawling fast 
This is now the past 

Invade your mind, like the termites in your walls 
Only when your guard is down, I come out and crawl 
On your wooden floors; past the shirts, the sheets, and the regrets 
You share your bed, not with me, but with the words 
I never meant.

Crawl

Home Recording 

Stop the tape, I'm stumbling on my words 
My fingers sore, play simple chords 
Take apart the desk where I suffocate 
Take off the head that starts to ache 
It's getting colder now, on the couch I live 
But it's alright, that's expected 

The kitchen mouse keeps company 
With the homeless cat, and the drunken me 
I run through the woods, then check for ticks 
No envy for your life static 
My mom died when her liver did 
But it's alright, that's expected 

Just trying to find what calms my heart 
And second guess my false starts 
Anticipating my regrets 
Your bed is made, but you're a mess 
A month full of sleepless nights 
But that's expected, and I'm alright 

Let's meet at the bar, and drown out our thoughts 
Whiskey eyes and whooping coughs 
If I survive the wintertime, I swear to god I'll be fine 
It's getting colder now on the couch I live 
But it's alright, that's expected

heroinchic