I tried to write a happy song, I tried
I'd say I always feel pretty. What a lie.
If I have to hold my hurt in, I might die.
God forbid I lay in bed all day and cry

Chorus:
Why'd we need to hide our sadness, why?
Paint a Mona smile and spread it wide.
With a sharpie sparkle in our eye.
Cut the puppet strings off of our sides.
Were just overgrown kids deep inside.

I tried to feel okay today, I tried.
The sun poked through the clouds to say goodbye.
When the sky gets gloomy I feel fine.
I find myself in pouring rain, not the dry.

[Chorus]

I tried to be glad today
I tried to be mad today
I tried to be rad today
I tried to be bad today
I tried
In the end we're gonna be alright

I Tried

The birds living inside me have never escaped
Their songs never echoed in my heart's dark cave
So let my skin and bones rot away
as thorns rip apart my paper mache ribcage

It's time to waltz with the wolves under my bed
Drink tea with the voices in my head
Sorry, there's no place we can call home
Our address is an empty road

The galaxies were muses for the stars in my bruises
The monsters watered flowers that sprouted from my scars
The ghosts stirred love into my coffee, peace into my gin
The demons made me whole, they were my friends

As thorns ripped apart my paper mache ribcage (3x)

Paper Mache Ribcage

homies sing songs together. 🤝
Guitar & duet w/ sir Juan Munson

Waltzes With Wolves