Glocca Morra - Why Am I Not Going Under Walter?

Glocca Morra - My Black Dog/Cosmic Being

Glocca Morra - Hot & Informed

Glocca Morra - Anniversary Song

Glocca Morra - 40 Hugger/Get Fucked

Thrill Hill

Joyce Manor / Toys That Kill Split

Tame

I can't fucking think
And these bookshelves of stress fill my apartment
I don't get why no matter how hard I try
I can't seem to get anything right

And I don't get what you could see
In a waste of a man like me
I'll just close my eyes and hope I don't make it till sunrise

I've given up on giving up
My life has fallen apart, and nobody gives a fuck
I hide away almost everyday
I'm afraid of everything, I don't deserve anything

"But I still try
To craft these lies that I'm doing okay"

Are you listening?
Because I haven't heard a thing
At least that's what I keep telling myself


And I don't get what you could see
In a waste of a man like me
I'll just close my eyes and hope I don't make it till sunrise
Because it's been so long since I've felt That I belonged
Just lay it to rest, a lost cause I'll close my eyes until the sounds fade

I've given up on giving up
My life has fallen apart, And nobody gives a fuck
I hide away almost everyday
I'm afraid of everything, I don't deserve anything


Rick's Lick's (A Harsh Tale)

The walk from my apartment to train tracks has never seemed.
So fucking long and it's fucking cold just bring me to peace

My life is nothing more than constant cries of disappointments
I’ve leveraged all my time in hobbies that aren’t valued and unimportant

But still I come

I fear myself and I realized that I'm stuck in the same place
I’m a manic depressive who spends all his time in a basement in Brookline
I say I try but what that really means I complain constantly
 about growing older and dying in my sleep

I’ve given up on almost everything that I’ve come in contact with recently 
All that I have going for me is playing games made for kids in their teens

I fear myself and I realized that I'm stuck in the same place
I’m a manic depressive who spends all his time in a basement in Brookline
I say I try but what that really means I complain constantly about growing older
and dying in my sleep

I'll never be anything more than nothing 

“I’ll draw a card and pass my turn
looks like I’m all tapped out
I’ll throw a bolt into your face”
that’s all I think about


(nothing ever seems to change
whether I want it I always stay in the same place
I keep thinking that something I’ll do
will pull me from this home that keeps pulling me in.)

Police!//You're Outta Here!

this is not my song, this song is by the band remo drive and they own it completely, im only here to spread the sweet tunes

Wait for the Sun

Remo Drive - Erase Me

graves. midwest sports

Glocca Morra - Why Am I Not Going Under Walter?

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