I said I was never gonna cry again
When I wrote this song for you
But it was never you
It was always me

I said I was never gonna cry again
When I was pissin in the wind
As it slipped my mind and it went blank
Into the ether I go

My slate is down the rabbit hole

I said her straw just parsed my lips
After her smile crushed my soul
My face I was quenched by the grey
I wrote her a letter and all I had to say was

I was born in shame
In shame
In shame

shame

A thick tide rolls in as I'm engulfed. I'm lost. She's lost in the wide stretch of my arms. They're thick from the weight and now my face leaks. And she's adrift to be apart from afar: I don't await her return. I don't fucking care anymore. I'm finally amidst the tops of the trees where her shadow blocks the grey. And it's blood luck and it runs in my veins. And it pierces my heart with its blade. And I stay. And I stay. I stay. I stay.

blood luck

Desert Eagle

Self Control

Lime Green

lowercase dog

It’s like a runway in outer space
A twisting spiral
And I can see my path off in the distance
And I find it kind of strange

But could things ever really get worse?
I made a mistake
In the back of the party and we just fight
I made a mistake

I drown in shame

Hook ups in the bathroom
Dorm room friends
up until the relationship ends
I drafted a text about how I miss you
But that was in the cloud so we break up in the apple store

I’ll be home by noon
I’ll be home by noon
Ill be home by noon
I’ll be home with you

I was home alone so long on my own
Home alone

I was solo
I hit a solo
These bones of chrome
This xylophone
Heart of styrofoam 

But could things ever really get worse?
But could things ever really get worse?

Home Alone

The World Is A Hologram

Best Buy

Motorcycle Rider

comeback2me

Im on a diet from time
And it’s stuck up in my stomach 
with the weight of a bowling ball
Now I just try to stand tall
In the face of the devil himself

Im the belial of punctuality 
When it comes to dinner plans 
with the left side of my faith in my fellow man
I’m the bubble that strays from the bar of soap
And i’ll crowd surf thru the gates of hell

And I never said it was such a bad thing 
to pick the left hand
When it’s all just a gas
Lost in the mist of existence

Piglet

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