Treasures that we keep
are released in unusual fashions
comet follow me
dimmed in its tail to guide
I'll never know your kind
oh no nevermind

feels forgot in between
but I know your name
Falling through the void of time
seems I cant replace

I hate walking down these halls
not everythings your fault
inside youre turning silver
two feet made of feather
I prefer you never call
or exchange your number


Turning Silver (quiet)

Song written/recorded recently. lots of new music coming. Thanks for listening,
-Mike

Fool for you

Worry

return, return!

I've been away for a while, and a lot has happened. Ive recored a lot of music, and working through them now. These are all of demo quality. I do all the things, sometimes poorly. Thanks for listening 
-Mike

Umbasa