Nights That We Needed

HOT N GLASSY

SWIMMING LESSONS

A Love That Never Ends

Forever and Always

Some people don’t run because they don’t care. They run because they care too much, and it terrifies them.
This song is for the ones who want to let love in but don’t know how.
It’s about the push and pull, the fear behind the walls, and the hope, fragile, but persistent, that someone might still stay.
“Forever On This Road” is a confession. A test. A prayer.

Forever On This Road

You left your hoodie in my Civic again
Still smells like chlorine and unsaid things
I watched the moths attack my porch light
And thought, yeah, that’s probably love

Your voicemail's just a sigh and two seconds of wind
I saved it anyway

I built a shrine from Busch Light cans and dead cassette tape
Tuned my heart to open D and watched it snap
You always said I cared like a forgotten state
So I drew your name in dust on the welcome mat

There’s an opossum in the gutter again
He’s got your stare and my old shoes
I tried to name him something tragic
But he just hissed and chewed through the past

Every love song sounds like dial-up now
Just waiting for it to connect

I built a drum from all our shared anxieties
Kicked it gently ‘til my ankle cracked
You told me once that grief’s a Midwestern breeze
Soft, humid, and impossible to track

I carved our breakup date into a pizza box
Then used it as a sled on your old hill
Your dad saw me, said, “she’s not coming back, bud”
I just nodded and slid straight into the creek

All my flannel shirts are starting to molt
I guess I am too

I wrote our names in ketchup on a paper plate
Left it out for raccoons and abstract fate
You were always better at abstract things
Like feelings, and taxes, and how not to wait

And if I call you from the Kwik Trip payphone
Don’t pick up — just let it ring
I’ll leave a whisper in the static
Something small. Something Midwest. Something with wings.

The corn is listening, anyway
And so’s your cat, probably

I stacked old zines like bricks around my grief
Lit 'em up with a Bic and some unsent tweets
You always knew how to say things sweet and bleak
I just mumble in 3/4 time and leave


We Only Cuddle During Tornado Warnings

Halfway To Whole

Wolves of Worry

The suburban  sessions - One to hold

two worlds ft. katsu

A haunting journey into the mind of a man obsessed with a love that exists only in his dreams. Through cinematic rap, orchestral trap, and lo-fi hip-hop, the album paints a surreal portrait of emotional escapism—where the lines between memory, fantasy, and madness blur. Each track is a confession to 'Echo,' the spectral lover who vanishes with the dawn, leaving behind only the ache of what might have been.
#EchoesInTheStatic #CC3PO #CinematicRap #LoFiHipHop#Dreamcore #ConceptAlbum #EmoRap #EmotionalStorytelling #AIart #NewMusic #SoundtrackOfHealing

Drowning in the Shallows

2. The Dance of Souls

Graduated from Corman Park College of Dental Numismatics in 1993, with a graduate degree in Experimental Post-Sludge.

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We Only Cuddle During Tornado Warnings

MC Horsebones