Yhitabug

wish i could fly right away
wish i could fly right away
could i make your body ache

aeter - ache

mandy - carmelita (cover)

like do you want a fucking cookie (demo)

jaydes - im a piece of shit

Your bedroom gives me nightmares

one last time girl

hysteric

jaydes - carmelita (full version)

daisy Daisy ((by wiflskeleton))

away (og version )

treat her dead

treat her dead (full song)

call it whatever helps you sleep

im a piece of shit mix

The clock hand moves like pulling on a chain,
Another slow night pouring down the drain.
I wake into a world that doesn't know,
The place your little shape should truly go.

The light is thin, the air is hard, climb here is steep,
It’s here, without you, on this hike, that I have to keep.

Keep my promise just to draw a breath,
And live this life set opposite your death.
Count the window panes, stay precise,
Here, now, this moment, has to suffice.

Tracing the dust upon the window glass,
A softer sermon in my midnight mass.

OR-eye-eye mahn uh BOR-eh 
The small hours where the spirit seeks its glory.
I search the dark for tiny embers lit,
The scorched, true reality of it.
This fractured heart now has no beat nor part,
To hold the pieces of you right from the very start.

Walk the floorboards, slow, bare,
So many, too many moments here we two share.
I find the memory, precious and precise
Of holding your small body, is has to suffice.

Mess of bottles at dawn,
The tiny, perfect promises newly born.
The kitchen is silent, the clatter,
The tiny, everyday things that truly matter.

I build the shaky scaffolds in my mind,
Watching you and two, seen, buzz buzz bee - bee kind.

Cornish moment, tiny in my arms,
No bells and no alarms.
Your shape against my chest, your warm, slow sigh,
Beneath the cold indifference of this newport sky.

Homely holden Hiiraeth,
This specific, lonely ache,
For the truth I couldn't fake
Or hold. The present is a shape,
I feel it where the shadows softly gape.
A devotion to the small, remembered room,
A little light surviving in the gloom.

OR-eye-eye mahn uh BOR-eh 
The small hours where the spirit seeks its glory.
I search the dark for tiny embers lit,
The dim dark, true reality of it.
This fractured heart still has to beat and part,
To hold the ghost of you right from the start.

Just waiting here for the dawn.
Just praying to be drawn.
Closer to the warmth of us,
Closer to the sleep.

Oriau Man y Bore

im a piece of shit mix

mandy

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