Growing Up (original)

Teen Suicide - We Found Two Dead Swans And Filled Their Bodies With Flowers (Acoustic)

i'm sleeping in my bed alone, which is okay. it's fine for now. and i'm hurting when i pull the covers off my body when it's three in the morning and the sun coming up is the only thing on my mind. the way i press my ear against your chest when we're sitting in the back of your parents van, it's all i feel that i have. numb when i step on the balcony late at night to appreciate the stars that remind me of your eyes and the scars on your face. numb when i lay my head down on my pillow. missing you is the only thing i think i'm good at, and feeling the imprints your lips leave on my body is the only thing i feel when i'm sitting in the shower holding my own hand, knowing this is all just practice for when i die. on the inside i am me. small, shy, me. on the inside i am catching your mood before you can steal it from me, i am planting the flowers that will cover up the scars i am too afraid to let disappear. my past is a window in my room. the window i will never close because being freezing cold is better than suffocating from the heat that drips down my skin when i lie on the sticky floors of my present. on the inside i am drowning in alcohol, shrinking, striking a match, and setting myself on fire. on the inside i am cracking my ribs open. i am starting from scratch. we laid in the grass in the middle of the park and when i couldn't find the little dipper in the sky you kissed my neck and showed me all the constellations you had hiding behind your teeth. i am not concerned with my past or the way it haunts me when i look in the mirror before i leave my comfort zone and i am not ashamed of my past when i think of other people i decided to dedicate portions of the sky to. when i think of the friends i lost to the crushing weight of reality on my chest. and i am not frightened by the past when i look into your eyes because you hold my hand and when i hear your heart beat through your chest, i know that this is just practice for when i die. 

thru yr chest//hanna a

i wrote this at four in the morning when the tears were still fresh

our house was blue

beagles - microwave light (demo)

im sorry this is the last one i swear im done

what are we? are we friends?
are we more than we pretend?

ive been missing what i needed
since the beginning of our meeting

i wanna ask you but im scared
that you will be mad and that youll leave me hanging
on the swings all by myself
just thinking wont help i think i have to let go

things have changed we dont talk
the way we used to
we are wrong

i am sad are you mad?
will this be the end?

another slow one

are we lovers 
or are we best friends 
or what do you want to be 
when you kiss me
when you hold me
is it a plutonic thing 
when you say that I'm your world 
and when i say you're my favorite girl
can't you see that you're hurting me
do you love me baby
i just want you to know 
that i do love you so
and I'm fine with whatever 
if you're happy
and i know this is dumb
I'm just having so much fun
being with you 
kissing you
are we lovers 
or are we best friends
or what do you want to be 
when you kiss me 
when you hold me 
is it a plutonic thing 
when you say that I'm your world 
and i say that you're my favorite girl
can't you see that you're hurting me 
do you love me baby
i just want you to know
i do love you so
and I'm fine with whatever 
if you're happy
and i know this is dumb
but I'm having so much fun
being with you
kissing you
i just have one last question to ask you

written by: gus dokus 
produced by: miranda robinson

fairly fucking obvious

Attic Abasement - Australia

I wanted to write a song about someone other than myself so this one's about a girl who wanted to be frozen because she was terminally ill. (emma took this pic in london last spring break)

cryogenic

Just Make It Stop

new song that may or may not be on a new summer EP
I know I know that it's you
I know I know I hate myself too
This has all taken a bleak turn
Self loathing and loving
Gazing at the stars
Hairs grazing on my arm
Head full of read
There is never enough
no there's never enough

Tangerine

michael

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