I wrote this song when I was 17 or 18.  I doubt I will ever be able to write something quite this good ever again.

Johnny

The Thing I Miss About You

Music For Spaceships

Puritan Fascists

Colonial Living

The Journey

I Wish I was at the Beach

Taken in by the moonlight, I rarely admit when I'm not feeling right.  So I take the streets and I say goodnight.  Oh, where's my sense of delight?

I keep falling in a particular way, while the love of others keeps passing away.  Just carry me, carry me to another day.

It's not easy, but we'll make it look easy.  It's not right but we'll make it un-sleazy.  I think my chest is about to burst.  Baby, you're the worst.



Herp Deperson