The Front Bottoms- You Wouldn't Be Laughing

CBMC - DRUNK TXT ROMANCE

CBMC - Don't Go

flatsound - A Small List Of Things That I Normally Would Hide

bedside kites - a sad song about a girl i no longer know

lyrics:
Im floating in my bed
Thoughts pooling in my head
My teeth are chomping down on popcorn
I can’t feel my limbs
My body feels so dim
My brain receptors follow him

I feel sound 
I feel sight
I feel everything around me tonight

The moon man looks at me
His toothy grin widening
My heart drops all the way to my knees
My vision’s getting blurry
Oh god why can’t I hurry
I can’t remember where we began

thin mints and popcorn (DEMO)

I Used To Hate The Sand (Panucci's Pizza Flip)

the last demo before the album is officially released
(artwork done by allyssa van cuyk)

affection

lyrics:
baby comes home to kill himself
his thoughts scattered across the shelf
mother tries to keep him safe
broken and angry she can't replace
a double life
the pain i hide
i can't let you see inside
please just let me breathe
i need air and i need speed

drinking the poison to stay awake
sober and colder inside my brain
8 missed calls i try to break
apart the sins i tried to claim
i am nothing a disgrace
stuck against the drugs i take
sniffing blow until i break
you don't know how much i hate
being apart of anyone
i bring depression with my songs
it's hard not to let them down
when all that i can do is frown

im your son
i came home
i tied the noose
i let you go
im dangling  
my visions black
and now there is no going back

baby comes home to kill herself

lyrics:
painting white rooms white while the blue pill dissolves inside tonight,
it's 6am i haven't been this worried sick since my last binge,
you take the m it makes
you thin forget the things you always did,
 i want to stop i never will, i can't slow down it's
hard to build myself from where i was 3 months before you came and left me sore, you
promised so much to my face 
then spit right back i can't erase
and i'm psychotic, brain's a mess 
i took too long to not regret
i need a break from all these things 
but what's the
point if you aren't here with me?
and it's tearing everyone to pieces, the soaring wailing how to fix this, we've been strung
out broken like twigs, we aren't lonely, but we're hopeless

flatsound - A Small List Of Things That I Normally Would Hide

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