who knows(feat. TV)

rain - sleet - snow
no - sleep - no 
rain - sleet - snow
no - sleep 

I drew her in and she spat me out, 
Think I'd rather live in sin than live in doubt, 
And I don't even whip but I'm still spinning out of control, 
Seems I'm only happy when I'm looking up at contrails,
Smoking in my garden, 

Even then the seed of doubt stays rooted in my mind, 
Planted firmly, 
All these voices tryna turn me to my friends, 
Try to get it out when the paper touches pen, 
But I can't translate any thoughts it all seems vacuous and muddled up, 
And when I read it back I get frustrated.

contrails (space sounds)

an archive of unfinished, unfiltered material.

Baker

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