Written, produced, engineered, composed and performed by Portraits Of Tracy

Lyrics:
My open hands become closed again
I’m calling you, oh for an answer
My goodbye messages sent to a phone

Oh nothing matters to me anyways
Trying to ignore it all and see today
Oh fuck, I can’t tell if I can hold on

Someway, Somehow
Someway, Somehow
Someway, Somehow
Someway...

The silk that would just coat my world view
It’s a melting down, oh baby I can’t tell you
Oh how I feel, how I feel, how I feel

To just awake me from this bad dream
I’ll give myself away to maybe fix this scene
Toll was due but why did they choose you?

This feeling, I’m feeling
Why can’t I accept it?
My tears they, won’t let me
Bury you, leave you in today
For Ema

The end of the road
I spent a long time parading
The wrong time, to say it
To you

And you’ve been my friend
Holding your face so dearly
I closed my eyes, walking right in the street

Nothing matters to me
I’m ready to go
I’ve swallowed all of my pills
To finally get the feeling of being all alone
I’m fading away, when you find me
Know that finally I am at peace
Nothing matters to me

To me
Oh, nothing matters at all
Nothing, nothing
Nothing matters to me

Drive Home

Graceland

Satellite

Biblickle

The Suburbs

Artwork by Julia Wiesiollek Mastered by Stephanie "Slozzaa" Loza Photo by Valentin Neher

Satellite

quickly, quickly