a tale of a tragic car accident
(thesis work for KaU May 2022)

Since My Angel Flew

The Search

dance on my grave

pocketknife by buck meek (cover)

my heart goes bum bum bum

yours to keep

recorded myself saying stuff i used to think about u

believe in me - ella martine

these motels are never honest 
hiding any trace of previous guests 
as if the beds were never slept in 
and they remained that way after i had left 
every stain in the carpet more present 
as i kicked off my shoes 
theres a home for every bastard 
as i sit here in my room without a view 
as i sit here in my room without a view 

if its all in my head 
why does it feel so real 

these thoughts are never stable 
just a measure of the passing of time 
my head is never on right 
just a vessel for the thoughts in my mind 

if its all in my head 
why does it feel so real

yours to keep

theo