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Wolf

Answer

Cherry Bomb

FUCKING YOUNG / PERFECT (feat. Charlie Wilson, Chaz Bundick, Sydney Bennett & Kali Uchis)

i will be my own hell because there is a devil inside my body

no, the moon

this song has helped me through so much. so yeah. here it is.
Photo/Painting creds: Calvin J. Truelove

skinny love-bon iver/birdy cover

everything is going to hell cover

Flower Boy

See You Again (feat. Kali Uchis)

OKRA

the last demo before the album is officially released
(artwork done by allyssa van cuyk)

affection

IGOR

GONE, GONE / THANK YOU

silly love - daniel johnston (Scruffpuppie Cover)

lyrics:
You said you were done, well how done?
because you wrote 'don't forget'
on your arm when you were drunk
and i got mad at the fact
that you had to remind yourself at all
i got mad when i shouldn't have
it's just that i got so scared
that you had already forgot

but now i'm looking for a time machine
or anyone who can justify why i've been gone
or anyone to lie to me
they could say that they understand the things i've done
but neal said that i don't need him
i want to believe that i really don't need him
i know that neal said that i don't need him
but i don't believe him

but i can't wait until i see your face
and my brain thinks that it's looking at a stranger
i can't wait until i see your face
and my brain feels nothing
i'll feel nothing

you wrote don't forget on your arm - flatsound (Scruffpuppie cover)

do you guys like the second vocal tracks? I sure do for this song. should i keep putting lyrics in description? lmk what you think

memento mori - crywank (Scruffpuppie cover)

repeat to yourself that they're not really gone
time has proven that fooling yourself into believing
a lie is the most effective way to deal with
things you have no control over

keep listening to the mixtapes they made you
overanalyse every single word you hear
"was this a sign that things were going wrong"
no no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them

stay up every single night staring at your phone
either attempting to gather up the courage to
turn these demons, these constant reminders of
your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream
or praying just for one second you could feel
the warmth of equally returned love

go out for coffee four times a week by yourself
always bring your notebook, never stop writing
leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip
watch them smile as you get in your car

always talk down on yourself whenever possible
my life is shit because i deserve it, right?
you must have done something real bad
its nearly impossible for you to cry now

avoid your friends for weeks even though
they're the only sense of consistency you have
left in your life, if they really wanted
to see you they'd come, but they won't (who cares?)

allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love
watch as you begin to take a backseat to the
world around you, don't fight it
become a secondary character in your own motion picture

but most importantly drown every single one of
your feelings in old stolen rum, learn to
love the taste of it dripping down your throat
find comfort in the warmth coming from your
stomach, you're drinking bottled love now

you don't need other people to drive away your loneliness
you just needed to find a way to talk to it

how to never stop being sad

I tried
tried to explain how I wasn't right
and now I don't know how I will survive
shadows round me I don't even mind
mind

you lied
lied about the things you couldn't hide
so I stopped caring stopped trying to fly
amidst all of these feelings I'm so high

rest your head inside of mine
fill it up with pretty lies 
and I'll try to get a clue so I can open up to u
and start breaking ur heart instead of mine
every time
if I got time
I don't have time
every time

time (ft. spencer)

I found a sketchbook I owned when I lived in texas, this isn't really a song, but more of a story about my growth from an ignorant, selfish child, from a young boy who began to experience hell and hurt, to somebody who wants more than anything to help those experiencing hell and hurt. I hope you enjoy.
the story:

7 to 13 years ago
your little sketchbook snuck it's way into your posession. so little. so carefree
when you were a selfish brat who never saw the world outside of the light load you carried

you left home 13 years later
young, naive, and scared.
clinging to your materialistic desires.
and look at you now;
not so naive anymore.
you've learned so much, but it's not so easy now
18 years later you've discovered so much happiness subjective
not too many are as lucky as you 
life is pain but you know that now 
you know relentless pain
you know the endless rain
everything is burning as you sing
trying to save broken minds
take them under your wing
anything that you can do
to help the souls who felt like you
sometimes words make do
when you don't stop asking who
who will help me thru

you know hell

I spend every single day thinking about how it’s always someone’s last, and it’s never going to end, until it does, of course.

learning to know hell from the beginning

she/her
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willows, weep for me