strangers2strangers

These songs are about sharing yourself with someone and not being afraid of what might happen when you're fully honest with them. Missing someone you know you shouldn't. Hitting the road because it feels right. 
Chasing a feeling. 

Recorded on Bar's sunny living room floor

soft love

bottomless pit in your image
spending my nights trying to dive right through
end of my rope where i sit and wait for
something to hold onto
spinning through grey and green interests

swallow my prying hands
caught in some lie that i built for you
in cauterized wounds from a burning truth:
there’s nothing to, nothing to do
but wait til i feel like it’s finished

of course
the lighthouse
it shines
down on this shipwreck

everything good leads into a dead end
everything bad leads to an extension
head in the sand, no communication
self-sabotage, but still feel abandoned

minuscule hitch i prod and poke
when things are too good, uncomfortable
i look for a reason, however small
then distance myself away from it all

and regret

is this…
it feels like…
unsure…
is this loss or not?

7 lines leaving their imprint

is this loss? (demo)

produced by @madeinm x @ntourageephekt

and ive been second guessin everythin
always complex questions and
never understood so imma 
flip the script on everything
my life is like a needle
always strung on something thin
one step away from breaking
so i will probably snap the very thing

thats keeping me from freaking out
holding my complexion
but i will try and figure out
and go the wrong direction
i always leave stuff stricken out
leave it half completed
and even if i win something 
my mind will feel defeated

and ive been crying more lately
more or less a pessimist
always see the rainy days
but never view the pleasant bits
like to say i face my fears
i push away the sentiment
my mind is pretty desolate
that kinda stuff is resonant

please just leave my brain alone
id hate to see my therapist
just the thought of calling is enough to make me fall to bits
im barely a perfectionist
more like an impressionist
used to sitting on the band wagon
with like minded specimens

and conversate with skeletons
the type with brittle bones
throw a single insult
theyll be sittin in their homes
rottin away like termite wood
with a voice like the coals
didnt mean to hurt your feelings
i just liked your pretty clothes

wish i could wear that dress you have
dont really have the build
was 12 years old when the girl inside of me was killed
lost her life to puberty
and assorted mental struggles
so ill sit here all alone and talk to bones about their troubles
i guess

im lost again

im lost \\ therapist

BABY KEEM SONS & CRITICS FREESTYLE REMIX

Brittle As Bones

birds

lyrics:
winter
our love once glimmered
you made my wrist hurt
no sorries were heard

my old boy--
his brown corduroy
i'd rest my head in
now feels so foreign

you're not forgiven
your one condition
left my wrist hurting
left my wrist hurting

you cried
so my pain would subside
i need to satisfy you
to attain silence

you creeped me out
cold outside the car and in your mouth
you dropped me off
warm inside the building-- my nerves thawed

that's when i saw him
my stress was forgotten
left my brain hurting
left my eyes burning

my face red, my heart beating
he even said he likes my singing
butterflies creepin
got my heart beating

im lost \\ therapist

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