Performed and Written by The Blank Minds
Recorded by Bakersfield Studios
Mixed and Mastered by Murder Music Studios
Produced by Oktoheart Records

Lyrics/Chords:
A, F#m, D, E 
I know it's not poetic but there are some things on my mind, I think someone should say it
It's hard to write pop songs that revolve around something other than fucking 
Why is romance the quickest way to write songs about nothing 

F#M D A E 
I'm struggling with filling my mind 
With things worth my time 
I think i'll just forget their mine
These problems we, problems we find 

I find that people like it when i sing fast
it all reflects on the fact that
we don’t think, we just react whoa
I’m torn between impressing you
And pursuing the things that I wanna do
just hoping to get the message through
I’m really not that cool
I don’t like wearing bathing suits to swimming pools, but ya know
insecurities are the most deadly disease
Because no one can see them 
But you goddamn believe them

F#M D A E 
I have this constant fear that i'm not good enough for this, 
Life you chose to give
And if you need some clarification, i know lots of people do, i didn’t choose to be this way
And no you can’t fix this
Although i'm sure you'll try 
You say i'm just rebellious 
I can’t fit these stereotypes
I’m watching the tide again 
I’m feeling myself drown again 
Damn I wish I bought those trunks 
I’m a fool for giving up, on you

Who-oh Who-oh
Who-oh oh x2

Self-Titled

Swimming Trunks

this was a song i wrote and recorded in one take (i had no lyrics planned before this). i originally uploaded the full writing process, and this is the edited version from that. sad times lol. 

sorry for the shit quality.

waking up next to you
probably won't happen
i know that i want it
but i also know what's real
sometimes i forget myself
and i think "what's the point of living?'
the point of it i that there's none

and i'm sick
of being sick of it all
and i miss
not being afraid to fall and fail
i know it's not too late
but in my head it is
and that's all that really matters

it' not like i've got much to complain about
but the second i can i find a way
i don't like things about myself
but i probably won't change them
because i'm lazy and kind of a dick

and i'm sick
of being sick of everything
and i'm so done
with myself
you're the only thing i have to escape from
but even now
you're not always there
and i don't need
to worry about that right now
maybe i don't need you right now
and it hurts to say that out loud
i usually don't really think out loud

venting (edited demo, jan 2017)

Pulling Teeth

Losering (demo)

fantasy

I Tell My Therapist About You

heather - conan gray (a cover)

lyrics:

I don't belong here
I'm just speaking to a wall
Loud words on deaf ears won't do any good at all
Try to embrace fear
Come to terms with all the flaws 
& all the wasted years that come with moving on

Why do I belong to you even though my heart's in two?
I don't love you (I don't love you)
How about you?

I don't wanna talk 
I don't wanna listen, I give up
You light my fire
My superstition

Delusions of grandeur
I'm not used to any form of blind surrender
But I've learned to walk away from the pretenders
Only fixed on what they get from those around them

But if you're ever alone, I'll be here; 
A ghost

Superstition

lost the weight that i put on when i was off my meds,
still i lie awake at night wondering when it will end.
then you call me up + we fall in love
over whatever the hell is in my cup
+ mindless chatter. who says it doesn't matter?
because everything means so damn much to me.

i could spend an evening dissecting the timbre of your speech, 
crafting lines to waste our time, + extracting lyrics from our eyes.
when did i stop missing massachusetts while i slept
+ replace my dreams with visions of your lips,
your hands, the color of the light on your hair as you dance?

why am i not as tired as i've been when i look in your eyes?
why am i not as tired as i should be when you take over my night?
i'll scratch your likeness on the backs of receipts + the pages of my literature.
could i scare you away, make you wish you were here?

i've written love songs to try + get my friends to save me
because maybe if we were sure of something i wouldn't need no one to save me. 
i used him. he used me. called it love, called it symmetry.
here we go again. i won't do it again
because you mean so goddamn fucking much to me! 
i could spend the dead of night making progress with my mind,
+ perfecting my art with you on my wall underneath the dimming lights.
when did i stop missing massachusetts while i slept
+ replace my dreams with visions of your lips,
your hands, the color of the light on your hair as you dance?

why am i not as tired as i've been when i look in your eyes?
why am i not as tired as i should be when you take over my night?
i'll scratch your likeness on the backs of receipts + the pages of my literature.
could i scare you away, make you wish you were here?

your lips, your hands, the color of the light on your hair on your dance.

why am i not as tired as i've been when i look in your eyes?
why am i not as tired as i should be when you take over my night?
i'll scratch your likeness on the backs of receipts + the pages of my literature.
could i scare you away, make you wish you were here?

Massachusetts (ft. Ozzy Villaseñor) - 5.15.20

Dreams That Feel So True

dreams that feel so true

Rosary

demos, covers, and otherwise unpolished takes on possibly familiar tunes from Other Plans, Ani Ces, and any other project I’ve contributed to.