On Sunday's I stare at the walls 
And I sit and wait for it all 
To wash me away in the waves 
And they call that coming of age 

And I'll never settle for dates 
Cause they're always ten minutes too late 
Or maybe i just can't relate, but 
I'm losing my will to create 
But I loved you 
But who were you 
We were twenty two 
And I were walking through the woods  
And so many weeks fall away 
And we all have our own private air space 
Where we keep all the things that we hate 
It'd be nice to breath air for a change 
And id breath you in if I could 
Filling lungs never tasted so good 
Are we living lives like we should 
Did it matter when we were out in the woods

Walls (Demo)

I'm the younger sibling of an older sibling

Kid Brother