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33 years of hating myself but im only 15

#2 - what a pathetic story

I bet you want my drugs, my teeth, my lips buried in your skin
You look like someone I met from my past but I just can't put my tongue on it
Our friends don't know we're sick in the head
So much shit I've done that I regret
If I could I would change it all but I digress
Cause right now we're off the shrooms
And that be feeling the best

I'm going back to L.A. this summer
I'm stuck chasing a feeling that makes me feel younger
As I grow older I get a little dumber
My heart can't love right, it gets a little numb-er
Can I see you in L.A. this summer?
It sounds like a good plan, I'll regret it after
I wanted a good time, we got a disaster
The joke is on me, I'll be the stock for your laughter

Am I just an option? I learned my lesson long ago
I'm just being cautious, I've lost so much love to these hoes
I start feeling better till she starts ringing on my phone
I can't help but answer cause I hate living so alone

should've bit my tongue w/ overtonight

album posted to overtonights throwaway spotify account

that boy is dead


my life is such a nightmare, i can’t even fucking breathe
you said that you’d be right there, now you’re haunting all my dreams
scratches on my back from all the demons that i feed

blood stains on my bedsheets, tears mixed with the ink
love notes turn to death threats, sent out in a blink
you smile like you mean it, but your eyes just scream “leave”
baby you’re a bad trip, and i’m too high to see

you broke me in a voicemail, laughing while i cried
i still keep the message, it helps me feel alive
burned your face into my skull, like i needed a reminder
you fucked my head up worse than all my pills and all my lighters


my life is such a nightmare, i can’t even fucking breathe
you said that you’d be right there, now you’re haunting all my dreams
scratches on my back from all the demons that i feed
i don’t wanna die tonight, but i don’t wanna be me

my life is such a nightmare

staring at the ceiling, feels safer than your eyes
you always found a reason to dress up all your lies
i’m choking on apologies you never wanna hear
you left me with the silence, now it’s all i fear


every time i tried to fix it, i just made it worse
maybe i was always broken, always fucking cursed

it’s probably my fault anyways
you got sick of all my deadweight
if i disappear, would you even care?
or would you just smile while i’m not there?

i’m tired of pretending i’m worth anything at all
you watched me crumble slowly, never tried to call
maybe i deserved it, maybe i’m to blame
i’m nothing but a burden you were too polite to name

its probably my fault anyways

baby vampire

casual love song for someone who doesnt exist :D [all plats]

Refrigerator

This is my album Belief. I think it's one of the better grunge albums ever out there. What do you think?

2nd album. This must be one of the better grunge albums ever out there. What do you think?

Car Song

parasite <3 i wish i was pretty

prod me 

make everything bad
no i cant help myself
i swear i make it in the worse in the end

it takes alot to care
about my health instead
when i could just blow my brains right there

theres not a time 
where i do something right im just 
loosing myself cause im always sad

do you see the signs 
that i dont like this life and
ill do anything to be myself again

i swear i make it worse in the end

Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
From the beaches of San Diego where the sunsets burn slow,
To the desert where the wild winds never say no,
He rides a beast made of chrome and desire,
Heart full of tequila, soul set on fire.

Verse 2
Out past the dunes, where the desert calls his name,
Cactus and coyotes playin’ their lonesome game.
Sun’s bakin’ the sand, his bike’s chrome gleams bright,
Smokin’ like a chimney, ready for a fight.

(Chorus)
Sand, smoke, and steel — that’s the deal,
Ain’t afraid to break hearts or peel out the wheels.
He’s half legend, half trouble, full throttle and free,
Where the desert meets the ocean — that’s where he’ll be.


(Verse 3)
Cigarette hangin’, eyes behind shades,
Dust on his boots, no debts to be paid.
He’s a gunslinger ghost from another time,
Rides with danger — rhythm and rhyme.
Requila is his preacher, trouble’s his old friend,
This gunslinger’s loaded, ridin’ till the end.

(Chorus)
Sand, smoke, and steel — that’s the deal,
Ain’t afraid to break hearts or peel out the wheels.
He’s half legend, half trouble, full throttle and free,
Where the desert meets the ocean — that’s where he’ll be.

(Verse 4)
He drinks with the sinners, laughs with the saints,
Tells no lies, but he sure ain’t faint.
The moon’s his witness, the road’s his prayer,
If you’re lookin’ for him — he’s already there.

(Verse 5)
From the coastline curves to the canyon’s bite,
He’s born for the wrongs that somehow feel right.
No map, no plan, just smoke in the breeze,
A rebel with the sun and the desert at his knees.

(Final Chorus)
Yeah — sand, smoke, and steel — it’s all real,
He rides where the wild hearts kneel.
A shot of tequila, a spark, and a flame,
San Diego to the desert — they all know his name.

Sand, Smoke, and Steel

Mr. Money Trees

Hostal Handshake is a stoner doom / hard desert rock band from Athens, Greece, active since 2001. Following early promos and their debut album Hellish (2007, Secret Port Records), they return with Stone Oracle—their long-awaited sophomore full-length, set for release in January 2026. After 18 years, the riffs are heavier, the fuzz deeper, and the desert winds louder.

my life is such a nightmare

lain. @blindbylain

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