I've been meeting myself every day
Now I'm seeing all these new shapes
I've been finding all these loose tapes
Building up a whole story to say
Build a little world and escape
We can take our time in a new game
New shape
Filled a little bit out of the outline
I don't have much stuff to say
Woke up in a new place less grey 
With a new face and a new name
Yeah but I'm so not two-faced
Tremor made me feel goosebumps
I've been playing waiting room games

And I still remember how I felt then
It's still in me
If you see something else, well, what does it mean?
I don't need any help anymore
I'm not- not incomplete
Colors are still in me
Happy and interweaved
But you say it 
I don't think that it's much different when I'm not sad
I don't miss it, it's my own bad
I don't miss it, it's my own bad
I don't miss

u sleep in an antique shop
and i keep losing my thoughts staring at the walls
you put one of your records on 
and i thought it was so cool that we get along
it is a really cool record collection
you told me it was pretty expensive 
not to brag or to sound impressive
but just like, it was really extensive

top floor window

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just happy to be here

Matthew smith


Faith. forgiveness. truth.

top floor window

Softheart