Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzpnHQYTfKo

Great Balls Of Trooper - Iron Maiden/Jerry Lee Lewis MASHUP!!!

You've got no rope to lead you home. Your back's fixed to break 'neath that mortar and stone. So come on to me, I'll put on the tea. I'll buy you some pho since my kitchen stinks. I'll drive you here so I can drive you back. Where you goes' not important 'much as where you've been. But if you insist on going it alone, I'll rub your weary feet; I'll fix your fucked up sheets; I'll simp for you so ungracefully and try to reel it in for you before you go.
Fry up the pigs and eat the rich. You'll be too full to go so just lay down a bit. Could you not look at me that way: like you're afraid I'll kiss your face? Why don't you kiss me like you used to? Every kiss it's like I lose you. I don't want to maroon you, I just thought it might behoove you to stick around with me, but you're fine - like sand through my fingers: I can't take you from the beach. Still you linger, like a kiss upon my cheek. Here's a zinger: everything you seek could've been here, baby.
I remember when I saw you that night. I swiped right and you also swiped right. And it made me so pissed at the capitalists to strip our budding romance of all its romantics. But then you agreed, I got to feeling kind of seen, I've got all these dumbass thoughts and you exposed a latent need. I'm a stranger in this world, but felt familiar in your arms, but if New York does that for you, Hawaii or Cancún, any other place not by my side, and you can't bring yourself to wait, go find your joy.
Hard to speak our truth, you kept yours in your brain. You kept your heart so goddamn guarded with one foot aboard that plane. Feared my closeness. Always prepping for the rain. I never planned, baby.
Get off it, babe, it's not the sex. You up and fled. You repossessed, our love so turned to feckless, and I got to feeling helpless. Never jumped into my arms. We only waltzed for half a song. Tell me the honeymoon is over, but for me, it never stopped.
I kiss your tired brow my love, so I can taste your mind. I want your darkness, and your pain, so that our souls can realign. I think we might agree, you'd get to feeling kind of seen. I think you're just like me, love: a mutt, like me.

My Favorite Fantasy (Demo)

Cover of Peach Pit's song. I claim no ownership over their original work, eat my dust copyright lawyers.

Last Days of Lonesome

Sat down mad on an isolated plane. These weeds let pests climb high, and crawl across my face. This collapsed chest: the heart defines the shape. Vomit's sour smell reawoken by the rain. The moon shines low and pierces fog. She speaks, "your shadow shall grow tall; eclipse the world, so dark envelops everything." Put down the knife and talk to me darlin'. Apologizing ain't my parlance, 'cause I feel like myself when I'm angry. No more past. No more fate. My thoughts seize like I'm dead. My thoughts seize like I'm saved. No more fear, 'cause this is all the pain. Is that the best you've got? I haven't got all day. The moon shines low and pierces fog, she speaks "your shadow shall grow tall; eclipse the world, so dark envelops everything." Talk to me darlin', put down the knife - you know you couldn't stop me if you tried. I think I need reprieve. I think you'd better leave. There's a boy, there's a grin. You try to hide him deep within, but the truth seeps out your skin when you try and rest.

I've seen you in dreams more than in the flesh, I can't remember who I met. I can't remember anything. I'm just sat down madder than anything.

Sit.

Twiddlin’ thumbs like there’s somewhere to be. Heart still racin’ like there’s something to keep. Collecting dust here, ‘till you dust me off, dear. Helpless, but quiet, so that at least I come off patiently. My tank ran bone-dry in the boonies. But I got my echo here to talk to me. I’m good for killing time: the company’s mighty fine. I could just die right here since I ain’t movin’. My author left me up in this attic. Half-finished picture book drawn erratic. So come see this funny fella, with his ineffective stick umbrella. No end, no friend, just stuck square in that page, static. Lil boy say right down with his ole pen. Tryna put his heart on the page ‘cause it’s broken. Wants to say but don’t know how to rhyme: he’s hurt he’s hurting after so much time, like a hemophiliac, just laid down there soakin’. Where’d your strength go boy, where’s your shame? Minutes turn to hours just tryna awake. It’s time to get up, it’s time to emerge. How’ll you find it if you don’t even search? He gets up on out there in the world, and waits.

Stay.

Goddamn, waste of forever, forever. I'd waste my forever with you. Drinking, spinning around in circles but stationary, like a merry-go-round at its center. Lights turn to streaks like I'm blasting off to lightspeed. I'm dizzy.

Goddamn, waste of forever, forever. I lost my forever with you. Tame speed. Though spinning around in circles, migrating, like a wheel on an old conestoga: facing back to home as oft' as where I'm gonna go, and I'm dizzy.

The Middle Bit

No more thoughts in my head, I've got nothing going on upstairs, like I'm no one. Nothing to see so I just stare. No more humorous thoughts, like I'm not much a use at all, like I'm losing all of me that you loved. Sat alone, losing time. Afraid to speak, 'cause nothing sounds quite right. Wash my hair, make our bed. Shave my face, again, and again, and again. Who am I? What's a name? Can you hear me now, and are you safe? Tired back. Heavy brain. Sleep don't help no more; I feel the same.
No more music plays, 'less I put it on for a change, like I'm trying much too hard not to wane. Night grows overhead, and I sleep, wake, lone in bed. In the morning, the moon still weighs on my chest.
Sat alone. Wasting time. Afraid to move 'cause nothing feels quite right. Who am I? What's a name. I shave my face with a broken razor blade. Pour our tea. Make my bed. The fruit's grown mold, I don't remember when.

Broken back. I miss your name.
Sleep don't help no more. I feel the same.

Maybe I Don't Like Enough Stuff (Demo)

The words with which you strike me fall me to you more closely, 'cause I can see where they grew. In my mind you get me, 'cause I've never really felt seen, and I can see that in you. So forgive me my confusion, I don't mean to drag you too in, just my heart gets in front of my eyes. So we fight, it's like a dream 'cause I've been asleep since putt-putt, dancing with my Madeline.

Dancing with Madeline (Demo)

Since I ain't got nothing left to fill
On this bingo card you forged in hell
Since I'm all alone now, no prospect I'll you hold now
It ain't self-defeating to wish you well

I think I hurt my mom the other day
The way I bore my grimace in her face
My fears are all subsiding, the dead no longer dying
I've got strength again to bleed with grace

I get so awful mad thinking of you
I feel my every points been more than proved
But you've brushed it all away like a coffin with no weight
A man can't share another heart it's truth

There's nothing to forgive despite my talks
I thought I'd retain pride if you were wrong
But you do right by you, and I'll do right by me
Thanks for letting me buy you that little rock

I wish I could share you what I miss
Without coming 'cross passive agressive
I just wanna recreate this photo with my words and someone to hold them
I'd share this song with you if you weren't pissed

I deserve better than you anyway
My friends say "any girl'd dump you is crazed"
And sometimes I think they're right, but even so I surmise
I'm at the fair if you agree with them someday

I'm Still Way Back At The Fair

Wrong Way Down a One Way Street by Limmy

Lyrics:
Wrong way, down a one way street

Wrong Way Down A One Way Street

Glen Hansard's "Song of Good Hope" covered by me and my sister helping me on backup vocals

Song Of Good Hope

"Studio" recording of an original song I've recorded on the phone a few times

Skinny Arms

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