CRUSH

You Are My Captor

Trobat a faltar

浅薄此生

好想你

lyrics
And I'm sorry that I'm high
And I'm sorry that I'm high

Sorry that I'm high
I just don't think that I can deal with this sober
You got to warn me before you come by, I told her
When I was young I always said that I would stop when I'm older
Well that ships' sunk because I'm still haunted by the thoughts of my former

Sorry that I gave you too much closure
You got to warn me before you call me and I'm too sober
I can't really hold nobody right now
Too busy holding up my own shoulders 
They say that the devils' in the details
Fuck that, he's in our closest moments
Please don't let me go off
Baby I've been on the wrong one with the right one
I've been hoping that you call me before you show up
But more importantly I'm really hoping that you show up

Sorry that I'm high
I just don't think that I can do this shit sober
Sorry that I'm high
You got to warn me before you come by, I told her
When I was young I always said that I would stop when I'm older
Well that ships' sunk because I'm still haunted by the thoughts of my former

And I'm sorry that I'm high
This shit sober
Sorry that I'm, sorry that I'm
And I'm sorry that I'm high
Sorry that I'm, sorry that I'm
This shit sober
Sorry that I'm high

sorry that i'm high

Elliot's first music album, a little bit of Blues, and 90s vibe!

08 Walking On A Dream

I'VE LOST MYSELF

I wrote this at the beginning of 2026. It's a metaphorical look at life resembling a pantomime.

All is Fine in this Pantomime


The oak doesn't question
Why it reaches toward light
The river never doubts
Its path through the night

Oh ah oh ah
Oh oh oh 
Oh ah oh ah
Oh oh oh 

Moss grows on the north side
Patient, without plan
Joy lives in the unhurried
In what requires no hand

Oh ah oh ah
Oh oh oh 
Oh ah oh ah
Oh oh oh  

We've forgotten how to be
Without purpose, without need
Nature holds what we've released
The joy of simply being
The joy of simply being
The joy of simply being


The hawk rides the thermal
Effortless, alone
Not seeking, just moving
Through corridors unknown

Oh ah oh ah
Oh oh oh 
Oh ah oh ah
Oh oh oh 

Snow falls without agenda
Each flake its own design
The world creates beauty
With no concept of time

Oh ah oh ah
Oh oh oh 
Oh ah oh ah
Oh oh oh 

We've forgotten how to be
Without purpose, without need
Nature holds what we've released
The joy of simply being
The joy of simply being
The joy of simply being

Oh ah oh ah
Oh oh oh 
Oh ah oh ah
Oh oh oh 


CRUSH

Peter Bartels (My Private Riot)