there's definitely something wrong with me


confidently cashed and brittle
boned I saw the stick get whittled
little scraps of poise get trashed 
in sharpening a knife to make a stab
and as it always has
slipped out of my grasp
to pin my frozen toes in place
a pose familiar in the face
and yet the name always escapes me
erasing 
everything

in the throes of a lack
in the absence of tact
I look back 
and turn into 
a pillar built of 
tape and glue


In The Throes Of A Lack

i send a message to my
holy place, hold a space
i blend a blessing with lies

rending depression declawed 
lending my messes deep thought
tending the crash of shadows
mending this gash and letting it close

sewing these holes
pulling through
knowing that 
no one knew what to do
 
idk
no call no show
it's all fine
east coast nap time
sweet trick play
endless sick day

rending depression confused
lending your mess an excuse
tending the crash of shadows
open that gash and let it flow

seeing you go is nothing new
knowing that
no one knew what to do...

audacity

sewin these holes...

Untitled 2 7 - 21

for my next move i return to my pop punk roots

95 acoustic demo w vocals

One way full demo

acoustic demo of wonderglue to come
hmu for the words if u want them

Jacob Lance 2

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