I had a heart attack talking to you again

My Only Friend

Sopping wet and undone

Lyrics (so far):
My friends call me the junk collector
I stack up all the boxes in a pile a mile high to reach the edges of the ocean with an eye out for my treasure
I follow all the X's but no luck
But no luck

And even if the clouds above me pardoned all my crimes against the water in my bloodstream, I'd have a debt to pay the Southern wind that's rooting for me
Guarding all the exits so I'm stuck
So I'm stuck

I see a hint of gold below and try to mind my business
I'm not a fan of letting go but no reset for the wicked
Don't you know?
Don't you know?

11.22.25_junkcollector(unfinishedemo).wav

2014
bread pilot 
song written by Taylor Hayden

floater (at grandma june's)(bread pilot)

Please don't, leave me here
I'm alone can't you hear me crying in your ear
The way I weep, it's on me until I'm deceased
From starving in my bed or some horrible OD

And I'm trying hard to reprimand myself
And I'm trying real hard to get by without you squeezing my hand

It's on me 

You know I love you this much
I spread my arms out wide, reach but cannot touch
And I'm alone in my bed falling to shreds
And I am chewing on a pillow and I am waiting on your "hello"

And I'm trying hard to reprimand myself 
And I'm trying real hard to get by without you squeezing my hand

I'm a fool, I don't see them cause I only have eyes for you
I'm a fool I don't care about them I only need you 

The way you scratch my back, the way you kiss my neck when I'm upset 

I'm a fool and I need you

if only

skyla

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