How did our love turn into all of this hate
You turn me into a star and then you dissipate
Now I gotta start over with somebody new
But I can’t explain it, but I’m glad it was you

How did my heart turn into your punching bag
Every word written is to stab me in the back
And now I’m a fresh piece of ass to chew
But I can’t explain it, but I’m glad it was you

Now I don’t know what to do with all the songs I wrote
I wish that it hadn’t been years since we spoke
And now that you’re gone, I don’t know else else to do
But I can’t explain it, but I’m glad it was you
But I can’t explain it, but I’m glad it was you
But I can’t explain it, but I’m glad it was you

I’m Glad It Was You

Feeling dead, or close to it
Fighting to keep a smile on my face
A curse to be alleviated
How am I always the one in the wrong?
Deranged thinking from a biased source
Looking at my phone, another pretty picture
I swear I’m not reminiscing on days gone by
Trying to start a conversation 

My notes cards are falling in front of me
The audience is laughing at my face
A million eyes fixated on my fuck-ups
How did I end up such a
Disgrace
Oh, such a disgrace
Oh, Such a disgrace
Oh, such a disgrace

Kissing my pillow late at night
Dreaming of a day when I won’t fuss over the small things
Sit back, enjoy the view from the clouds
A valley’s landscape

Letting the ball roll to the edge of the world
Freezing in my tracks when it falls off the edge
What am I to do now?
Chase after it and fall as well?
It’s too risky

This maze of emotions is getting harder and harder to navigate
Taking wrong turns and loosing my sense of direction
If I had one to begin with
I never had one to begin with

Running in circles, content with the cage
What does it mean to feel human?
Drug addicts stealing nude magazines
‘Cause dirty hands are better than a dirty mind

Dirty Hands

Storm clouds circling my mind
On a foggy afternoon
Smokies on the road
Like lanterns in the sky

Rainfall

Nightlight

Drink up my friend
Let’s have a toast
With God and Jesus
And the Holy Ghost

Confusion

Delirium 

Everything is moving
I can’t find the words 
To describe this feeling 
Other than the weight of the world  
On my shoulders, like Atlas
There for eternity
My mind overwhelmed with
Subconscious agony

Drink up my friend
Let’s have a toast
With God and Jesus
And the Holy Ghost

having a tea party with the monster under my bed￼

Some days are better than others
Tripping over my own two feet
Broom handles falling in front of you
I wish you didn’t notice me
I know I’m not supposed to like this
But I do anyways
Obsessed with those obsidian eyes
Fighting not to meet your gaze

I’m terrified
Of making the same mistake twice
I’m terrified
Of making the same mistake twice
I don’t mind 
If we’re just playing nice
But I don’t we are
Are

I’m reminded of my mother
19-years-old
Wingwoman with an iron fist
Proposition of alcohol
Guiding her through the crowd
To a man her mother’s age
Handing her to the rest of her life
You won’t be a passing phase

I’m terrified
Of making the same mistake twice
I’m terrified
Of making the same mistake twice
I don’t mind 
If we’re just playing nice
But I don’t we are
Are

I don't want to be a fuck up
Tripping over oil-soaked shoelaces 
Mashed pasta 
In the soles of my shoes
My next lost cause
Yet I have no idea if it's lost yet
Cuts on my skin
Reckless abandon (reckless abandon)

Cuts on my skin
Reckless abandon (reckless abandon)
Cuts on my skin
Reckless abandon (reckless abandon)
Cuts on my skin
Reckless abandon (reckless abandon)
Cuts on my skin
Reckless abandon (reckless abandon)

Same Mistake Twice

Sixty eight people in this room
I counted because I’m bored
I wonder if I’ll ever be their friend
But they look at me like I’m stupid
All this weight I carry on me
Is self-inflicted
My heart speaking in tongues 
Not to be interpreted

Crying out
Begging for attention
Repetitively ignored 
For the sake of business
Tangled by too many arms
Too many hands in the pot 
Pull out the needle 
This won’t hurt a lot

Shaggy green carpet all around me
Tryna write my worries away
Hoping that someone will save me
But I’m the only one who’s listening
The only one listening
Listen

algie

I never expected you to leave
I wonder if you're still looking at the trees
Your tiny window turned into your world
I wish I could've told you goodbye, my sweet girl 

Orange dream, popsicles galore
Chef Boyardee, Jimmy Dean breakfast bowls
You kept the same foods stocked every time 
I visited

You weren’t blood, but you loved me better than anyone before

I never expected you to leave
I wonder if you're still looking at the trees

I’ve heard from people who’ve nearly died 
That someone reaches out for them 
To tell them to stay alive 
And I just wanna know if it’s you 
And I just wanna know if it’s you 
And I just wanna see that it’s you

black cats under wooden ladders

The gentle touch of her hand
Placed upon yours
Her corset taking her breath away
The definition of her shoulders
An intimate friendship
Some would say psychopathic
Walking the lover’s walk
Under the guise of singularity

Half naked and refined
Pull off her stockings at night
Electric city
by the sea

Feel the warmth on her skin
Touching every part of your soul 
No stone left unturned
Dirt upon her legs
She provokes you to rebel
Do away with pleasantries 
An animal of the wild
Feed into your carnal desires

Half naked and refined
Pull off her stockings at night
Electric city
by the sea

Half naked and refined
Pull off her stockings at night
Electric city
by the sea

Electric City by the Sea

I don’t know where you went
I’ve been looking for you for hours
Was it something I said?
I don’t want to play this game anymore

I wish you were straightforward with me
And not telling me what to do
Maybe we could play together
Instead of you making up all the rules

But hell, I was that way too
But I am trying to
Move on
My past is chasing behind me
But I move slowly
I’ll eventually be caught

You left without saying goodbye
That’s all I have left to assume
I guess I’ll hang here for a while
But I’ll eventually run back to you

But don’t pity the fool
He will rule
Over your life
But don’t put your trust in me yet
Because you bet
The fool is I

I’m sitting outside in the rain
It’s the middle of the night
The bar is closed for good now
Sticking my thumb out for a ride

French Exit

As I lay here
There is no love song in me
Living in a flashback
Trying to outrun my defeat
Rustiest cook in the kitchen
Flying too close to the sun
Most angelic of devils
But God’s already won

And I wish I wasn’t forbidden fruit to you
I wish I could prove that I’m so much more
Your fingers, like electricity
But my skin is turning purple

Jarbean Fairy
(Why am I the one you always want to be with baby?)
Jarbean Fairy
(Why do you think we don’t come outside?)
Lift up your skirt for me
(Stricken with poverty, Stricken with poverty)
Jarbean Fairy
(I don’t want to be a sex toy anymore)


Time melting onto my hands
A bunch of revolutionists
Forks made of sulfur
Nevermind the rashes
Skin starts to crawl
Tripping acid at the police station 
Shoes nailed to a tree
I’m gonna die by the time I’m thirty

Ashes of old memories 
Fade into the back of my mind
Road sign tripping into starlight
No face with my mouth open

Jarbean Fairy
(Why am I the one you always want to be with baby?)
Jarbean Fairy
(Why do you think we don’t come outside?)
Lift up your skirt for me
(Stricken with poverty, Stricken with poverty)
Jarbean Fairy
(I don’t want to be a sex toy anymore)

Jarbean Fairy
(Why am I the one you always want to be with baby?)
Jarbean Fairy
(Why do you think we don’t come outside?)
Lift up your skirt for me
(Stricken with poverty, Stricken with poverty)
Jarbean Fairy
(I don’t want to be a sex toy anymore)

Jarbean Fairy

A fly on the wall, swallowing it whole
Barely alive inside the spider’s web
Crawling out of a headache, fully grown
Hang yourself for what you’ve done, freshly dead

Carving holes into boxwood by the stream
The fluster in her cheeks, puffed out to play
Blowing up, too embarrassed to be seen
Wasted potential, throwing it away

Santa Maria sopra Minerva
Santa Maria sopra Minerva

The townsfolk drawing swords in her honor
Questioning the spilling of cow’s blood
Ashamed to be guided down the aisle
Will my efforts be my future regrets?

Santa Maria sopra Minerva
Santa Maria sopra Minerva

Screaming obscenities from getting burned
A flame flickering in the midnight air
Her face my altar, the reason I turned
Burn flame-resistant coal because I care

Santa Maria sopra Minerva
Santa Maria sopra Minerva
Santa Maria sopra Minerva
Santa Maria sopra Minerva

Minerva

Donuts and a bottle of wine 
Hillbilly heaven in a hand basket 
A vision of angel wings
Pray she makes it out alive 
Musicality of the silence

Crossing the border for food and supplies 
In a town named after a plantation 

Late night at the video store
I didn’t know they still existed

15 minutes ‘til midnight 
Food stains all on my shirt 
Sunlight seeping through my eyes
Swarms of flies, 5 feet away from dumpster fires
I’m tired of waking up

Moonshine is killing the cows
You can tell by the empty bottles

Drunks lining up in the drive-thru 
Mustard and pickles on the windows

15 minutes ‘til midnight 
Food stains all on my shirt 
Sunlight seeping through my eyes
Swarms of flies, 5 feet away from dumpster fires
I’m tired of waking up

15 minutes ‘til midnight 
Food stains all on my shirt 
Sunlight seeping through my eyes
Swarms of flies, 5 feet away from dumpster fires
I’m tired of waking up

muckibus

Circled around the campfire, frozen waters
Morning wood off in the distance
Blue acoustic guitar in hand,
I don't think I'll ever feel this young again
Shivering cold, bodies touching

Yellow grass, with patches of Green

Time is picking up the pace
Getting faster and faster
I wish I had more to say
But I think we’ll fuck it up and live on after 
 
Just like all of our ancestors

I can feel my brain moving 
to the melody I’ve heard a million times before
Before

Microdosing on hiking trails
Frequent talks by the campfire
About anything under the sun

Instant tent isn’t so instant
Some leave early ‘cause of aching
Mental, physical, it's all the same

I know you like me
Or at least I think you do
I love my fantasties, aren’t they fantastic?

I know you want me
I need you to
If I’m not needed, then what am I good for?

I can feel my brain moving 
to the melody I’ve heard a million times before
Before

I can feel my brain moving 
to the melody I’ve heard a million times before
Before

pickett state park

I hope she grows up to be a beautiful fool
‘Cause I don’t know what she’d do if she wasn’t
Take all my writings and claim them as your own
I know I deserve to be in a mental institution
A mental institution

I don’t even know how to poach an egg
I need the cook to show me where the pans are
The eulogy of a flapper
Bobbing her head for the casket
Flirting just to flirt
‘Cause it’s fun, it’s harmless
But when you prefer others’ company
I’ll throw myself down marble stairs

But save me the waltz, my dear Francis
Save me the waltz, my dear Francis

Backseat driver, third-rate writer
Backseat driver, third-rate writer
Backseat driver, third-rate writer
Don’t you get tired of the labels?

But save me the waltz, my dear Francis
Save me the waltz, my dear Francis
Save me the waltz, my dear Francis
Save me the waltz, my dear Francis

Save Me the Waltz, Francis

Demo Dumping Ground for a wannabe dreamsludge ghostwriter

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