I've been thinking' bout you
feels like something that I once knew
find me something to do
past and present it always flew

do you think about me
theres a vision that I can't see
I remember sixteen
chest was thumping' now I can't breathe

got me under your thumb
I keep sippin' my brain gets numb
you just tell me i'm dumb
mind keeps slippin'
what have I done

you make me feel so young
makes me realize what i've become
got this taste on my tongue
I keep sippin' my brain gets numb

First 'live' recording...

2-1=0
Insta ‘til midnight every night
Haunting starts at the dark of twilight
Can’t seem to get you from my mind’s eye
Nothing looks better in hindsight
Why can’t we make things all right?
I know I’d take him in a fight
Who said it’s not black or white
Never lived a day in my life
Never loved a day in my life
Never felt its cold and cruel bite
Never died a day in my life
Never felt the sting as their heart met the knife

I can’t say I’m good at maths
But I can see two becomes one
But when this one ain’t made to last
Then two minus one equals none

I saw you the other day
Laughing as you walked away
Wondered just what he had to say
To make you smile in that way
If I only could have stayed
I would have gone and made him pay
Who said this world is always grey
Never had to live through my heartbreak
Never loved through my heartbreak
Never took what I had to take
Never died from my heartbreak
Never got crushed beneath the world’s weight

I can’t say I’m good at maths
But I can see two becomes one
But when this one ain’t made to last
Then two minus one equals none

Life is like a see-saw
Up one day and then feeble
How can love hurt people?
Because love is evil
Hearts should be made illegal
Hearts are way too lethal
Black and white is what it feels
Magpies are made to take and steal
Love is a god that sees us all
Love is a god that beats us all
There is not a sequel
Two minus one equals


2-1=0

12 The park behind walmart

Oh no
suns comin out again
Give you my last cigarette
Head to station
Same old location

You sleep out in the street
Resting your feet 
On the dash
With the seat leaning back
But Not me 
I’m all out of sleep
I just cannot seem to relax 
Open up a new pack
And I think of the past 
Unlike you

Suns goin down again
Me and my friend
And he just don't give a damn
So we do it again

And we dream
Out in the street
Just wanna leave
Don't look back
Or care what we pack
Just leave
Places we'll see
Faces we'll meet 
On the path
And not think of past

me and my friend

only way

what are you? a literal fucking idiot? obviously vote #1 shangela unless like i dunno like fuck you? idk

chemical reaction

5/4 gruv in the key of butt

She's Got No Juan

Everyday You Prove Your Love To Me

PLASTIC FACTORY

Rich (Homeless) [Thanksgiving Cover]

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12 The park behind walmart

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