star fucker-demo

And Then She Drifted Off Into The Night Never To Bee Seen Again

Ana's Album

mosss

Gemini Juniper - Demo

rabbit

sand sweep

solitaire

abdominal

Farm

spit reprise

takeo- test demo

i can feel it
in my hands now
i hold it crush it
all the eggshells 
close my eye lids
 do a bad job
i cant stay here
you bite me slowly
guts are boiling
i feel it draining
screaming in bed
gets me closer
god i hate this
i am healthy
gets me closer
gets me closer


im stuck up
im a loser
brain is raining
bleed the painting
i talk with all my voices
i hate it 
i hate it 

would u like to
wear my clothes too
zip it up 
and contemplate it 
happy faces
close it up to
im decaying
decaying

sleepytime

i see your mouth
thru the window
something wrong with you
isee you in class 
i dont talk 
i wish i could

i walk thru the mirror
to see ur body 
i just need to talk
your never couting

mouth

spots

moon dot

jan 24- 1996 - 11/29/22, 11.03 PM

floored

alphabet (jeffery lewis cover)

talk to me before im old
the words you say break my bones
they crack me up and heat me warm
let me know if u got home
im sick i know , i never think
ur tired voice numbs me
the telephone seems far away
it burns my cheek
it holds my face 

talk to you like my friend
ill always love you til the end
pick me up and shut me down
through your room and out ur mouth
these broken things that we know
can mend our hearts and make us grow
words from you heat my chest
sleeping still in  this mess

listening to you

who (demo)

dog chases you down
i obey you its all i know 
when you call me
i said no

line up the alter
swinging low
talk through ur hand and let it show
grab me sideways let me know
ill stop coming in here when i know

hands

by matt and adam
thx ana for the voicemail
thx anyssa for making me pancakes yesterday

times tables

thx Isabella for the awesome vocals and slide guitar :*)

running thru ur home being so loud
big empty words coming from ur mouth
bitting on the blanket to help the pain
who can tell if things are the same
knocking on my head banging on the door
taking back the things i said before
getting in the car to look you in the eye
the days become empty and our minds will die

moving my mouth tends to hurt
cant stick around now to see u burn
skinny little figure tiny small bones
boy made of glass broken on the floor
water rolling slow off ur tongue
i wont today but it wont be long
picking the  fruit of the tree
to plant the seeds that you need

adam bread

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