lyrics:
roots of trees on his hands
calloused fingertips suggest he's in a band
cracks of mud on his palms 
knuckles and wrists bruised like he likes to brawl

his knees are decorated by piles sharp pebbles 
he was pushed in by two or three(x3) rebels
I die every day that I live
cause(x2) of
because of him

eyes likes arrows, nose like a cliff
I'd jump off if he'd let me do it
chin like a rock and hair like waves
he doesn't really know just how to behave

he knows it's wrong
for liking that song
his heart, his mind, their thoughts 
the way he talks

prettiest around
prettier than the sound
of the song we found

the song we found demo.mp3

dead!

they/them 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈⛥

vance jamie