I hate what your doing to me
The sun’s too bright I can’t see
And if not to a degree

I wish I never met you 

And everyday that we speak
Even though its descrete 
I know what you think of me 

You wish you never me too

Calling to you
Like a dog Ive barking 
I howl at the moon

And everybody is watching my last move
But when I do it I’m stalking, and up news channels 
Where they all gossip

I honestly wish we never met

talk to me yeah talk to me and tell me that everything’s gon be fine
take some steps inside my shoes and see the chaos in my life
look at me and hold my face and tell me that it’s all okay to cry
when i melt inside your arms i think that’s where i wanna die
im not the same without you without you i am gone
gone out of this world
gone out of this world
gone out of this world
gone out of this world

who listens to me atp (prod. sickboi)

i wanna stay in bed // late night

aiwbwbde esee endhajshwhnfndeews snsndnenebfinz
ghshabs quicddww
jwujwheejjehejdhfjejdhrjdj

prod. sickboi

a bric;k fell 0n /mmy head andnow i^  c@n’’’t speeak

0:00 - 6:25 @removers
6:26 - 10:03 @distrusts
10:04 - 16:12 @exxe_n
16:13 - end @ weq

wifiskeleton memorial mix #gothangelz

okay time to kill myself

ihatechiptards - yom

wheres my waifu

I don’t want to die
But who am I anyway
And what is “I” anyway 
Anyway

I don’t want to peter out
I don’t want to say bye bye
I don’t want to fade away
Fade away

And who was I anyway
anyway

And what was I anyway
Anyway

Anyway

Words and music by Tod Lippy

Mixed by Kramer

Vocals, guitar, piano, keyboards: Tod Lippy
Bass: Kramer
Drums: Jeff Lipstein

Mastering Engineer: Joe Lambert

©2025 Tod Lippy Music, BMI

Anyway

ANYWAY

This new indie album is my way of capturing the feeling of autumn nights, quiet rooms, and the strange beauty of being close to someone while the world fades outside. The songs are minimal in words but heavy in mood — sweaters, rain, shadows, and light all becoming part of the story. It’s melancholic but also cosy, a blend of intimacy and distance, memory and desire. These tracks live somewhere between Fleetwood Mac’s mysticism, Beach House synths and the hazy trance of indie and dream-pop.

Sweater weather

INNER THOUGHTS

Oh
Round and round we go
Holding on to pain
Driven by our еgos

ihatechiptards - yom

sealutations 🦭⚓