is it a crime
you’re the one i think about at night 
you look so nice
in your shirt&tie

meet you outside
you’re the one to change my mind 
my funny valentine 
don’t make me cry

is it a crime (demo)

it’s getting late 
almost day 
i feel strange
will it change? 

i think too much
fuck my thoughts 
i just want to be done

i’m so tired but i can’t sleep
i don’t wanna talk just let me weep

in my bed
i haven’t left
eating less 
just to make sense 

of everything i lack control in 
lost all my patience to false hoping

get well soon (demo)

dear summer, (demo)

yesterday i broke down twice 
cried myself to sleep that night
everyday i’m getting worse
slowly sinking to the floor

i don’t think i’m supposed to feel like this  
but i’m plagued with a fear i can’t be fixed
even god seems gone and never listening 
now i’ll die trying to fight what i can’t see

it’s all i think about
there’s no way out 

pointless conversations 
give me back my person
what would’ve, could’ve, should’ve 
it was never yours for the taking 

i’ve been burning for several seasons 
maybe i’m just bad at healing

nathan