guess i maybe misunderstood
i mean i guess i maybe had misspoke.
we’re living in two different dialects
we’re speaking two different zip codes.
gold star, look me right in the eye
i mean gold star, see the shapes on the lightbox?
it’s sleepless car rides on anxious nights
it’s nothing after nothing.
thinking was he some gig you had to quit in 1999
thinking about the fireflies on your back porch in mid-july
thinking about if he keeps playing db cooper through her life
thinking about you
thinking about you
he’s just sleepwalking on weary feet
your headache,
your absentee
(don’t get lost in a metaphor, don’t get lost in a metaphor)
in a daydream.
(don’t get lost in a metaphor, don’t get lost in a metaphor)
tectonic as all you do, thinking about you.
thinking about you.
parachute backpacks and cash stacks,
abscond the plane.
no one was watching,
he’s lost in pacific rain.
run with the ransom.
head in a handgun.
tomorrow was all smoke and mirrors.
tomorrow was all smoke and mirrors.
powerful instrumentals contrasted against soft unconfident vocals. like a deep yearning for affection but you dont know how to ask. like a love you feel slipping away but youre powerless to stop it. every time i start it i feel like i cant stop. a must have for my collection. skeletalsexing
Daily focus-training coupled with strong work ethics pointed toward making life more bearable for others, could turn around this age for the better. This album is beautiful. A force for good. CHOSEN