joy and heartache, the survey of your surroundings, getting old, nostalgia overdoses, bliss, anxiety and death

Kevin or Las Vegas

The Knob

Free Spirit_STFU

Parking Lots

Roll to Detect Trap

43% Turnt

feltcute_mightdelete

We didn't write this song, 2020 did.

Ennui, you and me
Electric distress
Silence seeks you out while you’re sinking in
Eyelash to pillowcase
Feeling lost to linen, aimless routine

I walk the streets at 2AM 
So I can feel something, feel anything
I come to meet you on your smoke breaks 
So I can feel something, feel anything

All the lights that I chased 
Believing that they’d lead to you
Dust from the sun
Telegraphed false dawn
Dead phone, head home
I’ll reach out, who says no?
Sunglasses at night 
Just not to give it away
No more “Are you okay?”

I walk the streets at 2AM 
So I can feel something, feel anything
I come to meet you on your smoke breaks 
So I can feel something, feel anything

Unread books, unkept appointments
Streaming SMPTE bars and unfamiliar cars
It’s cryptogenic, I pray for sleep like you wouldn’t believe
I walk the streets at 2AM 
So I can feel something, feel anything
I come to meet you on your smoke breaks

Insomnia (feat. Bokeh Heights)

Two aging millennials wondering what happens after post-rock and anxiety medication.

poyais