not so young - current joys

Don't Be Another

Picking flowers in the back lawn 
You're in college in 4 months 
Up in New York 
Would he make you happier
Chase the feeling of the pictures 
That you can’t get rid of 
That you can’t get rid of 
And when you fucked me in my bed 
I had thought 
finally I am something to someone 
Just pull the covers over my head 
And strangle me,
 just confuse me until I’m nothing
I’m not your toy or shoulder to cry on 
I’m not your toy or should to cry on 
I really wonder do I matter? 
A distraction to your pent up loneliness 
While he’s off with someone better 
Or at least that’s what you'd think 
I don’t think there’s someone better 
I don’t think there’s someone better 
I don’t think there’s someone better 
I don’t think there’s someone better 
And I hope the summer kills us 
And I hope the summer kills us 
And I hope the summer kills us 
And I hope the summer kills us

strangle me

Written and performed by HYLA. Drums recorded at the Rat Shack by Rob Muinos, everything else recorded and mixed by us. Mastered by William Bowden x

Olly Carp

Lyrics,Produced, Music, All instruments by Nakita Demir.Vocal Arrangements,Vocals,
Mixing,Mastering,Engineering,Recorded, etc 
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Blade Running - Current Joys

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