old strings on an even older guitar. this song is dedicated to seasonal depression. 

lyrics:

I’m a copy of a copy
A poorly preserved imitation 
Creeping slowly the monotony 
Begs too many questions too harsh to be making

How did I end up drowning 
In a sea of sedation and plastic siding 
Now my view has gone cloudy 
Caught up in the fog where middle class has been hiding

Beer lines the streets, winter means sleep 
Life stays the same 
The words that they keep, so ancient and mean 
Life stays the same

Mouths still move like they’re infants 
Could you speak a little more softly 
It may seem close but it’s all so distant 
Neighborhood chatter continues to haunt me

I’m starting to fall asleep 
To distant fights in the suburbs 
It’s warm but I can’t see 
The sun from behind these shutters

Beer lines the streets, winter means sleep 
Life stays the same 
The words that they keep, so ancient and mean 
Life stays the same

Beer lines the streets, winter means sleep 
Life stays the same 
The friends that you keep are far less in reach
Than you’d think

suburbs  (demo)

Love Handlez

little guy, dont beat yourself up
its common to be sad when you grow up
little boy, your pride, that you've never tried it
its a lie, but dads too tired, itll be easy to hide it 

my best friend sat by me in class 
pretty girls shoulder rubbed me as she walked past
but she knows oh she knows when i sit too close
and she knows oh here i come and then off she goes

because girls like boys who wear clothes that fit them
and i hate the fabric wrapped around my skin
because girls like boys and like to stroke their hair
so ill make mine feel nicer and ill hope she likes it

i dont mind, i dont mind, its probably nothing
but my old loves off laughing, having more fun without him
so she held my head, but i felt too awkward
so i got up and left, immediate regret

oh my boy, oh my boy, dont beat youself up
its common to be scared when it all blows up 
but shes there so you lock your heart on her
and you go and ruin another friendship 

oh my boy, oh my boy, dont beat youself up
its common to be scared when it all blows up
but im sure this wont work, so let yourself be sad
but shes there oh but shes there and i know that sucks

clothes (1st demo)

softest

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