Truth

Sick

On The Moon

Small

friendz

settledown

anothersongaboutthepast

I'll write some words
leave out the personal ones to relate
who would've listened to what i had to say
who would've really listened to what i poured my heart into?
i'm part of it i'm part of it i'm sick of it i'm done with this

Go back to your phone life
maybe someone liked you
tell me a story about oh wait, what were we talking about?
i'm part of it i'm sick of it i'm done with this

too fast too fast too much to process
all i hear is trust the process
too much work too much work too much work someone else will do it
stimulate stimulate stimulate instant gratification

leave me alone it's early
lets just talk another, yeah i know i'm fucking up
you don't have to tell me everytime
i see your face i start to cry i'll never
be exactly what you want we'll never be precisely what we need
i'm part of it i'm part of it i'm sick of it i'm done with this

strive to be interesting hide behind your keys
obsess over how you appear on the global screen


IanSummerfield