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My head ticks like a clock. Going in circles all day long. My dad says all my songs sound the same and when I listen back I can't help but agree. So let's just throw a self pity party, you can wear my striped shirt cuz i know that's the one you like.
I am not scared to die, but I am scared to let go.
I'm a ghost.
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Cam Girl
01:43
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Walk me to the corner of your street
Where my friends will pick me up in a dark blue Chevy
And there’s not a lot of changes between
Who I was last year and the things I’d hate to be
But tell me that nothing has changed
And nothing ever will
Unless I get out of bed
I’m still sleeping 'til two
So there's a kind of guilt I hold
Inside my chest I feel it
And I will never grow old
Because I don’t wanna deal with this
When I die don’t avenge it
Just tell Cameron I respect him
Your front porch in September
Just tell Cameron I respect her
And if I die don’t avenge it
Isn’t this just how you planned it
And if I die don’t avenge it
Just tell Cameron I respect this
Walk me to the corner of your street
Where my friends will pick me up in a dark blue Chevy
And there’s not a lot changes between
Who I was last year and the things you’d hate to be
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I made it through the wilderness
Somehow I made it through
Didn't know how lost I was
Until I found you
I was beat
Incomplete
I'd been had, I was sad and blue
But you made me feel
Yeah, you made me feel
Shiny and new
Hoo, like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
When your heart beats
Next to mine
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Are you sick of me yet, have you dealt with enough bullshit, i feel so upset and just know nothing will change that. I'm so sick of my skin I thought it was something to feel safe in. I take way too much pain. It's hard to tell you're crying when we're dancing in the rain. Am I even human, if God's real then all I do is sin. No hope no safe haven, hanging from a tree like a murder of crows, on death row going down skid row. Do my words bore you do my songs make you think, do you ever wish you could bash your head into the sink. No options an easy one so don't make a choice because you'll always hurt someone. It's hard to tell you're crying when we're dancing in the rain, all i ever do is cause pain.
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Parking Garage
02:26
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I don’t know how to articulate the wordless jumble in my head
Fuck people who don’t smile back when you smile at them
But I only come to spread my teachings when I’m wasted off my ass
And we all say:
I just had this thing
Happen to me
And I can’t say
If it really happened
Or if I made it up
Accidentally
My tongue goes cold
My head is fuzzy
And I can’t say
Maybe we’re all just fucking dreaming
But the feeling was an empty parking garage at night when it’s raining
And I swear I’ve never felt anything close to that feeling
The kind of thing that knocks you down to your back on the ground
And all you can do is stare up at the sky and shake
And shake
(x2)
And we all say:
I just had this thing
Happen to me
And I can’t say
If it really happened
Or I made it up
Accidentally
My tongue goes cold
My head is fuzzy
And I can’t say
Maybe we’re all just fucking dreaming
And I thought a single thought until my skull couldn’t take it
The real suicide is the absence of creation
And I thought a single thought that became an explanation
The real suicide is the absence of creation
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