Ive listened to this song for a while i love it, it hits on such an emotional level

Anyone wonder why it sounds like pop rocks in the background sound? Songs cute tho :)!

nothing special

let her go

broadripple is burning cover

in ourselves, from ourselves

maybe this could last

i'm a ship without its captain when you're gone

seattle

dry the river - demons cover feat. chloe

i might get fed up with being lonely some times
but i'm never fed up with you
i might be angry at our dumb mistakes
but i'm never angry with you, darling

our skeletons will one day turn to dust
and we'll be remembered as the lovers
who managed spend a life time
smiling dumbly at each other
our graves will most likely be side by side
yours will have a lot more flowers than mine
on your tombstone it'll read
"here lies perfection; rest in piece"

i might get fed up with being lonely some times
but i'm never fed up with you
i might be angry at our dumb mistakes
but i'm never angry with you, darling

the notes we wrote each other will decompose
in trash heaps out side of giant cities
along with every single instrument i'll buy
ain't it such a pity?
i'm terrified of being afraid
and i'm tired of fucking dealing with it
so i'm sorry if i ever seem mad at you
just tell yourself "he really isn't"

i might get fed up with being lonely some times
but i'm never fed up with you
i might be angry at our dumb mistakes
but i'm never angry with you, darling

i might get fed up with being lonely some times
but i'm never fed up with you
i might be angry at our dumb mistakes
but i'm never angry with you, darling

fed up

maybe if i write enough horrible songs about you it'll convince the universe to let you stay here

mountain of uncertainty

olive jacket, magenta hair
pale skin with a piercing stare
you see through my eyes to my brain
swallowed whole by an empty void
wondered if i'd be destroyed
but somehow you saved me from it

speak in tongues through a speakerphone
never see what i need to know
i always just do at the end
question morals and need support
swapping spit in a pillow fort
i'm drunk on a sunday again

i'm fading out
but i'll open up
at least i would
but i'm frozen shut
god damn

white lies on the telephone
might cry if i make it home
but something tells me that i won't
water bottle of alcohol
on my teacher's desk in a middle school
we all must find our escapes

broken clasp on a cookie jar
empty cabinets, looking hard
for something to eat in this place
going hungry or maybe starving
myself because i hate who i am
oh, i do, oh yes, i do

i'm fading out
but i'll open up
at least i would
but i'm frozen shut
god damn

i'm fading out
but i'll open up
at least i would
but i'm frozen shut
god damn

maybe this could last

tea

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