Roses run red and lilies run white.
Well they’ve been sitting on this table since the middle of july.
So darling, color me impatient and color me unkind,
but you’ve been screaming at my spirit since the day you found yours died.

But I don’t mind.
Leaves red snow white.
Your voice is fading from my mind.
Just remind me in the morning when you call to tell me everything’s alright.

Your hands. Give me your hands.
I can feel it in your fingers you’ve been using them to hold another man.
Your lies. Don’t give me your lies.
I don’t wanna hear a story I just wanna know what’s going on outside.
So let’s talk.

Bloodshot runs red under incandescent lights.
Well I just haven’t got much sleep love you’ve been sticking in my side.
So you can color me a coward and color me contrived
but I’ve been tiptoeing on eggshells since the day I thought you died.

But I don’t mind.
Leaves red snow white.
Your voice is fading from my mind.
Just remind me in the morning when you call to tell me everything’s alright.

Your hands. Give me your hands.
I can feel it in your fingers you’ve been using them to hold another man.
Your lies. Don’t give me your lies.
I don’t wanna hear a story I just wanna know what’s going on outside.
So let’s talk.

Lilies (voice memo)

Mixed by Shaqed Druyan

Stop.
You're doing that thing again, that thing where you pull me in.
Enough's enough.
I've fallen for simpler things, but I see what's happening.

Don't let me break.
Too late's too late my love.
You ran away, or slipped through the cracks somehow.
But darling I love you now.

Break

Cut my head on rose’s thorns and baby’s breath.
Got my kicks from snapping stems like filaments.
Cause we were made for someone who we’ve never met;
to fill us up with fire till we incandesce.

But I can’t see light.
No I can’t see light.
But I can’t see light.
No I can’t see light.

Glow.

Glow

Dead Sea Cover (tape)

It was cold as the devil and dark where we stood.
In a hot drunken mess I said something I shouldn’t’ve said,
and it cut like I knew that it would.
But I know that I’m good, yeah I know that I’m good.
Or I think… no I’m sure that I’m good.

My intention was sound, it was only a word.
But a word has no meaning unless it gets heard,
by the person that you were intending to hurt.
Still I know, yeah I know that I’m good.

Oh-wey-oh it feels good to be right.
But all I’ve won is the rest of my life,
and half the strength to apologize.

I’d go back if I could, does that make a man good?

Frankfurt (voice memo)

A stupid thing I made for school like a year ago.

Creep (folk cover)

Singer/Songwriter/Cheeseburger

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