My sunburnt lover, just sit and smile, stare off to space and speculate.
My one true lover you drive me wild. I haven't had a chance to investigate.
My loves uncovered, my pale exposed, my heart can't help but celebrate.
My sunburn lover.

Lately my daydreams seem more histories than fictions, I swear they appear so clearly it's more like they're depictions that have been designed around my finest grooves - my greatest triumphs and trying truths, so customized unique even down to the behaviors that I swore I wouldn't get used to. Like holding hands and every phone call on a heartbeat, like sitting in a row not across from one another like we ought to be, like how I trust you enough to make you my proxy, how even one night alone proves to be too long, too hard, and too uncomformably far from me.

Like concrete this love won't move
you and I are tessellating gravity with summer tiles and summer dos.
With sheets of fire we will glaze this gallantly.



[


I’m not supposed to I couldn’t tell you why
weight like an anvil, wait like a stopwatch killed time
Broad as an oak tree, barren as an evergreen I couldn’t tell you why
Paint white on old trim, I still adore him anyway
The wildness of flowers does cause me unnatural despair
from fearful fraught frustration intense inebriation, I will lose my legs in spite of them.

Everything falls into storm drains and is swept way downstream
There’s no place to hide, but just for this morning let's sleep.

Boy you’re high on what’s common knowledge,
convinced that the moon’s  problem
running low on foreign things,
giving up that blossom king.
What color be that thermal ring
which of hue of mood does that blue bring to me?

Blue sky, blue sea, blue you, blue medium.

If the sky could break and speak its mind to you or I are our intentions pure enough
to understand how tough a love at such a height must be.
Where statues long for hints to puzzles that tampers lies and tenses muscles 
for the answers we once spoke anonymously.

Blue sky, blue sea, blue you, blue medium.

Drops in the buckets coy coy, tell ‘em I’m not a boy boy
Sweet as an apple cake, my limbs are yours to break
Build a table, eat eat, hold your breath and sleep sleep,
I don’t want to be someone else, I don’t want to be somewhere else

Blue Medium (first takes)

Made this about a year ago and forgot about it

Leopard Print

Sweet naive Nina I don't wanna lead you on
the things I'll teach you are only going to bring you harm
but you seem true and I'm not used to those who drive me home with only wholesome habits.

Sweet naive Nina carry me in tattoos on your arm
The things I'll teach you are only going to leave you lost
This love is see-through and won't be seen to so drive me home to art-filled dorms will harm will happen.

I can't decide if you only tried this to delay the sight of being alone.
I can't decide when you started trying to keep me finding all new warmth.

[Backwards bullshit]
[Placeholder melodies]

Sugar Coat

Sugar Coat - Demo

I know you've got your hands full, I know you're being careful, I know you're busy planning
I know you'd probably blame me if I told you same things as your family
but school is such a waste of time when you have things to throw away
... [placeholder melody] ...

You hold the lock to this void
You've got me holding my breath
When you moved back to Boston I was sure that I'd be holding you yet
You're the habit I can't afford, [ ... enter cliche ... ]

Hands Full

How many times will you remind me how you so easily find
the pressure points to unwind me and make blind to the signs
how many times will you decline/deny me 
how come/can you still confide
the flaws of your personality without changing my mind.

You're awful baby but for you I'm crazy I'm fucking losing my mind.
These dreams aren't changing, the themes I'm chasing are ones you're behind. 
You're my conflict baby, a gem I can't trade. 
How many times will I mistake forward for backwards and come over afterwards and sober up to find

I'm all nerves and weak knees and you're a tease baby
maybe that's why you trusted me
but after 2 years and 7 true tries I'm moving on to better things.
A couple rough days and I'm at peace baby
maybe that's why you message me

I've got my sights on a kinder life on a kinder lover and I should really get home
You're my hardest fight, you're the life I've known, and a single glimpse rewrites

[Chorus]

Conflict Baby

Knowing that you'll be fine, knowing that you'll find whatever it takes
Knowing that you're too high, knowing that you're hiding from what you fake
Knowing you're going blind, knowing you're the impact of someone's mistake
Knowing that your kind is so similar to mine has got me thinking late
It's fleeing me what you're fighting towards
It's easily greater than your [ gibberish ]

[ awkward transition ]

[ placeholder melody 

"I feel like an asshole cause I can't ask for your help"]

Fleeing Me

Strange how every time that I would want to call would be on the heels of my latest nightmare.
I'd say 'fuck the rules' and I'd absolve you of all the times that you never played fair
Last night I dreamt that you and I capsized into an ocean beneath the window to your bedroom
You swam to shore, the salt closed my eyes, and in the stinging I still couldn't wake from you

You've got that jolly jolly life, Hollywood hairdo, 
success that's implied by people around you,
a new place on Burnside, a new piece that God blew,
instincts in hindsight that I should have caught onto.

And I'm acting like I got control. 
Acting like you don't own every memory that I hold close

Jealousy 3 - Alt

You’re shy and I'm private, we’re both insecure
If I improvise we'll end up back at your place
[ pending ]
You’re light sleeping, deep dreaming, quick to the point
If you wake before I do, well I can’t handle your pace
I tip toe while waiting for coffee
Playing back the scene when you said that you want me

I don’t blame you for taking just as long as I
For beers to sink in, to strip years of thinking that we weren’t each other’s type

You wake, you say you want to explain
I don’t want to do that
You say, you would do last night differently 
Well, I don’t want to do that face
acting like we’re on the same page
Like, why the fuck you do that game. 
Guess I I want you differently
But you don’t want to do that.

Blink - Alt Vocal

Introverted frightened thing
I know what you'll be, I know what you'll lean on
You won't get far with naivety right now you seem lost
So lean on my trauma

Prim, entitled thing, I got you in ink, I gave you those secrets
I was hoping you'd be weak but right now, well, you seem strong
so lean on my trauma

By those cheekbones I am blind
In love though I keep it private
to trauma to invited
to feelings that you misguide

[ Pending Verse:
Empathetic anxious thing
I know what you’d believe, I know what you’d keep locked
You won’t get far with modesty right now you seem fond
So lean on my trauma

Nervous stuttering thing I got you to blink
I gave you your voice box
I was hoping you’d be meek right now you seem cross
So lean on my trauma my trauma
]

[Chorus]

Sourpuss

ADD music made in drafty bedrooms and sweltering attics influenced by dyslexia and urbandictionary.


for more
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new Catalyze EP *released
Kiss Citations LP *inworks





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