call me a sisyphus 
call me a stranger
if that’s what’ll make you 
feel a little bit better
i know you read that book 
at the beginning of march and
you haven’t been the same way since 
you say, “what the point in doing
if all i ever do is do things?” 
and, “what’s the point in being
if all i’ll ever be is somebody?”
so call me unenlightened 
i know that makes you feel smart
and tell me all the great things 
you’ll do with your degree in art
you’re minoring in communications too
though you don’t like to communicate it
you want catharsis, you want emotional release
though i don’t think i can provide that
in a way that will please you
i’m not all that familiar with my inner self
i would rather not communicate it
i would rather not communicate it
i would rather not communicate it

communicate it

(this is a cover)
(i wont say by whom cus they suck.) 
(does that make me a hypocrite?)
(whatever, i stand to gain nothing from this.)
(alright, now for the long awaited lyrics)

if you come inside
i promise to keep you warm 
i’m sorry if i scared you
when i slammed the car door
but it doesn't matter now
you’re still plastered on the walls
and i just can’t bring myself 
to cover you with the bands
that i don’t even like at all
cus i’m a ghost in training 
because my heart’s been waiting 
because with all this shit i’ve been eating
i know one day my heart will stop beating 
i’m sorry for everything i’ve done and said 
i’m sorry for every tear that’s dropped
i’m sorry for all the times you didn’t 
get to drive me home (x2)

naruto themed sexting

i want to be a bird
i want to be a cardinal 
i want to see the world 
and fly down south 
i want to be a fly on the wall
of a well that’s run dry 
see the world thru
all three of my eyes 
you sure know how to make 
a girl feel
nothing 
i want to go back to sleep
but i don’t sleep these days
no, i don’t sleep these days

i want to be a bird

i’d be lying if i said that i don’t miss you,
and i’d be lying if i said i don’t still think about where things went wrong. 
your boyfriend is a lucky man, 
but that doesn't mean i don’t still miss you in my bed.
i think my bed misses you, too.

your boyfriend is a lucky man

i need a hug but dear god please don't touch me i will flip my shit right now.

i'll flip your pancakes in the morning, 
kiss your forehead, and wake you up with
a cup of copper coffee in a copper coffee cup.
tom gave tim his old tv, and tim gave tom a night,
but when tom gave tim an std, 
he wasn't quite as satisfied.

the what to do about nothing song

i want to make you with my hands, 
and put you in the pocket of my pants,
and tie you up in string, and 
make you my pretty little thing.

and when i wake, i’ll have a headache
cus you make me feel like nothing 
can ever hurt me, even if i’m not eating, babe.

if you gotta take my pride away 
then take it, baby.
if you wanna take away my pride,
just take it all.

string song

i never really know quite what you mean.
i’m spending my days whacked out on amphetamines,
just so i can work a minimum wage job
at a dingy little small town restaurant.

i am an essential worker

i write a bunch of shitty songs
for when i’m feeling shitty feelings. 
i’ll never play them more than once
except for maybe my mom. 
it makes me feel pretty nice 
to play the same two chords 
over and over.
it doesn’t matter if it rhymes--
that’s what my friend laila is for. 
and i’m playing pretty quietly. 
i wouldn’t want to disturb your sleep.
even though it’s fine 
when you disturb mine 
because you matter more than me, right? 
oh, will, you make me crazy 
even if the meaning’s changed
will, you call me baby
even if i don’t want you to
will, you make me crazy
even if i don’t want you to
will, you call me baby
even if the meaning’s changed
(get it?)

song about the bad day i had today

i used to pray
now i just drink till i'm silly
i used to say
i'll go to college and get my degree,
but i can't leave my house anymore
if i walk out the door i'll turn into dust
turn into dust 
but i wonder if getting blown away by the wind,
dispersing, would be better than this? 
i mean, matter's not destroyed
so i'd still be here
i'd just be everywhere
and i'm drunk as fuck
had like seven glasses of wine 
and i'm thinking about how
i used to be in a band and play at bars when i was fifteen
i wish i were fifteen 
i wish i were fifteen 
i wish i were fifteen again 
oh, fifteen again

i'm seven glasses of wine in

i’ve been driving myself crazy convincing myself that i’m not crazy. a little help would be nice, but i can’t keep my standards too high. what’s the point in getting excited when you’re so good at making good things bad? i really fucking miss my dad, and you’re just not the same. no, you’re not the same.

i've been driving myself crazy convincing myself that i'm not crazy

autumn’s here and there’s no more melanin in my skin 
but that’s okay, i look fine pale 
my hair is pretty dark cus it grows out of my head that way
and who am i to change what my mom gave me? 
and i’ve been having trouble sleeping at night 
i’m an insomniac and that’s fine 
and i’ve been waiting for a change but 
maybe i’m okay just where i am
67 days until i turn 16 but maybe i’m not old enough 
i want to drive and just keep driving till i reach the edge of the earth 
and i’m allergic to cats but
i still like petting them cus they’re so soft and furry 
and i am always cold cus i don’t have enough iron in my blood

REVISED LYRICS: 
autumn’s here, and there’s 
no more melanin in my skin 
but that’s okay, i look fine pale.
my hair was pretty dark 
before i shaved it off and
bleached the rest of it blonde.

i’ve been having trouble 
sleeping at night, and i’m tired.
and i’ve been waiting for a change, 
but i should just be happy with what i’ve got.

sixty-seven days until i turn sixteen.
i can’t wait to get older.
i want to drive and just keep driving 
‘till i reach the edge of the earth.

cus i’ve been having trouble 
sleeping at night, and i’m tired.
and i’ve been waiting for a change, but 
why can’t i be happy where i’m at? 
i should just be happy with what i’ve got.

song about cameron's cat and my life

zikhrona livrakha, may her memory be a blessing

jess

don’t say you didn’t want it. 
don’t sleep with the light on. 
bodies hold me closely.
i sleep with the light on. 

don’t cry,
it’s only temporary. 
everything will be alright.

bodies

it’s nosebleed season, and i’m bleeding out my nose. 
guess it goes like this every year, but i’m still caught off guard cus i still don’t know how to know when i can’t take anymore. 
i make the same mistakes every year, and i never learn.

i never learn

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