The air is cold again
I catch myself slipping away from the things I love to do
Which is
No thanks to you

Lips mouth “farewell” again
I need to find another outlet
My hands are sweaty 
Won’t let go
Until I’m ready
Not yet

I’m stuck here contemplating 
Moving forwards out of my reach
Life should be more than empty words 
Do feelings ever concede 

Your words feel understated
That’s undeniably my fault
Sometimes I talk a lot
Excitement overtakes me that’s all

Lips mouth farewell again
I need to find another outlet
My hands are sweaty 
Won’t let go
Until I’m ready 
Not yet

*whistle solo, baby*

Lips

GIVE IT TO ME

I ran away
And joined the circus
It’s all a game
Call it a dream

You’ll never get
To the bottom of it
A sick facade 
A lame charade 

The sky is grey 
Or is it blue
My skin is hot
Then slips to cool
You skip away
From noise that you assume are problems 

I ran away
And brought my wallet
I spent its contents
On a motorcycle
That I take with me
I have no regrets
In fact I’m feeling
Freer than I ever have before

The sky is grey
Or is it blue
My skin is hot
Then slips to cool
You skip away
From noise that you assume are problems

Noise

Summertime, Day To Day.

Boys Of The Woods

My name is E7i.
I make music and art.
Cowboy killer ⭐️
These are my demos.

E7i

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