You’ve got your bubble
I’ve got my reasons
Hearing you breathing
Staring at the ceiling
I memorised those cracks
Like the palm of my hand
Looked like a spider’s fortress
It became my best friend

Blackmail is the best kind of charm
I’m sorry if I had fireplaces on my mind
And what letter can I be?
The interest rate for love is one over prime

Let’s turn a new leaf
Of vodka and sleeping pills
Let’s start afresh once more
Don’t worry I’ll pick up the bill
Let’s carry on
We’re both going to be happy
Let’s take our time
After all we’ve got eternity

Blackmail is the best kind of charm
I’m sorry if I had fireplaces on my mind
And what letter can I be?
The interest rate for love is one over prime

This is the beginning of the new world
Get comfortable


david is logic

I've got Jean Seberg
She's calling me up
Talking about her dreams and where I feature
And of the odd number of petals on her flowers

Her voice softens my mind
Stops it from thinking all the time
Of drowning, boozing, thinking, falling, joking, stopping smoking
Just her voice and talk of me and her and dreaming, hoping

I’ve got Jean Seberg
I’m drinking her under the table
Only because she’s letting me win
The whiskey’s going in

It doesn't matter what we're talking about
It doesn't matter that we're talking too loud
It doesn't matter that the room is starting to spin
'Cause I’ve got Jean Seberg and she’s letting me win

I’ve got Jean Seberg
She’s sleeping on my shoulder
My head, my clothes, they are all over the place
Jean Seberg, she’s got a smile on her face

I talk shit about the weather
Just to keep us in bed together
But I feel like saying I’m the king of the world
Hey everybody would you look at my girl
So instead I say

It’s ok with me
If you never leave
And I don’t know what else to say
So I’ll just say that every day

I’ve got Jean Seberg
She’s calling me up
Hers is the only number on my phone
But you know, I know, I’m not alone

jean seberg

Envy those wrinkles
Hoping for more memories
A tree looking like a lion
Someone please help me
The graceful age
A lifelong phase
Wanting someone waiting
Wanting someone, but waiting

Where is my son?
He is not me
I’m a modern Moses
Shouting at the sea
Hello love
What are you?
My only wish
Is that it doesn’t come true

Everything’s undercooked
Responsibility, find me
Devious happiness
A knife and sheath
Accident prone
Moving to my next broken home
Growing up missing Mondays
I am going to die someday

I’m a fly stuck in gum
At the bar, eating alone
Oh please swat me
Oh no, I’m laughing at my own joke

I’m scared, marry me now

amanda and the world

I don’t miss anyone
They’re all in my house
They cheer at my school grades
And sort my memories out
My skeletons become my friends
When they carry no more shame
Then I realise that they’re not bad guys
And now they don’t forget my name

I don’t have any flaws
‘Cause I know what they are
Time takes its toll
But I’m healing that scar

Everything’s ok

My boss puts his hand on my shoulder
I’m the son he never had
I tie my tie and I smile my smile
Working here’s not so bad
My wife has no secrets
I know the right things to say
My sons love hugs and dinosaurs
I scare their monsters away

I don’t know what this is
But I know that it’s mine
I know that I’m leaving here
But I’m taking my time

New colours, new words, your first smell of flowers
Learning of love and lips and petals for hours
Learning of age and the loss of your powers
But death gives the purpose to that bouquet of flowers

I live my life I have my memories
My loved ones surround my deathbed
God gives me the time and forgives my ignorance
And I don’t leave until everything is said

When I die young the people mourn and dance
My father speaks of pride
The newspaper has nice things to say
And not one person cried

If I had some advice
It would be
Be

Everything’s ok

no eskimo