recycle thoughts until they’re left for dead
i was thinking of you and nearly left my friends that night to grieve
which is weird since i’ve had not a heavy head
a liar speaks in my place upstairs
“you meant nothing to me”
i beat

i beat a dead horse
i beat it ‘til i can’t miss her
i beat a dead horse
i beat it ‘til i can’t miss her
i beat a dead horse
i beat it ‘til i can’t miss her
i beat a dead horse
i beat it ‘til i can’t miss her

i try to think about the reasons
that i know all too well by now
it all makes sense upstairs 'til i try to phrase
in a way i can speak out loud
i tried to let you down
in the easiest way that i knew how
i’ve never been a weeping man
what do i do now?

i beat a dead horse
i beat it ‘til i can’t miss her
i beat a dead horse
i beat it ‘til i can’t miss her
i beat a dead horse
i beat it ‘til i can’t miss her
i beat a dead horse
i beat it ‘til i can’t miss her

until i can't

19 y/o producer and artist
https://soundcloud.com/pokerfacemafia

until i can't

willandra