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Sick Flicks
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i don’t want me to know how i’m doing when you’re gone. i don’t want to go home but it’s dark out and i’m tired. i don’t want to think straight cause it’s one of those days. how many different things do i need to get me through this phase? i won’t think anything of it. everyone's talking about why i feel shitty, everyone's so invested in my feelings. i don’t know how many times i’ve read this poem, but i know you’re more in my head than myself this time. and how many different things do i need to get me through this phase? i don’t want you to notice. but i won’t think anything of it. everyone's talking about why i feel shitty, everyone's so invested in my feelings. there’s nothing here for you or me, i don’t want to know me. i hope that i come around cause i need me.
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fuck this place and the way it’s been since i came around. fuck the way i used to think of it back when i thought i was far away. i don’t know me. fuck my tendency to keep things inside and let them out at just the wrong time. fuck pretending i hate everyone, till i’m afraid that they won’t stay. it’s hard for me to say what i mean, when my voice is tied to a tree in the woods, i’m spinning and i can’t see anything, and i just want you to call me. i don’t want to be a tiny poem that gives you self confidence. i don’t want to be opened and closed then stored away until you’re hurt more.
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Cinco De Cuatro
02:37
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without me who is supposed to make you feel alive? what’s next is unbearable, i want you to understand i’ve been waiting for my own friends. there’s something about this place, i hope i believe in me again. what’s next is unbearable, i want you to understand i’ve been waiting for my own friends. and i’m just as scared as you think i am. there’s something that’s hiding under your skin, i want you to wait for me, your friend. there’s something about this place. what’s next is unbearable, i want you to understand i’ve been waiting for my own friends. and i’m just as scared as you think i am. without me who is supposed to fucking kill you? hey morgan good luck in college i’ll be here with the fucked up shit you said.
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Mr. Matthews
01:34
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one day i wish i could show you just how true i am, but i’m stuck here counting. is it really that much to ask? with one look we can highlight our weaknesses. with one look we can point out our strengths. i just want to show you.
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fuck this place and the way it’s been since i came around. fuck the way i used to think of it back when i thought i was far away. i don’t know me. fuck my tendency to keep things inside and let them out at just the wrong time. fuck pretending i hate everyone, till i’m afraid that they won’t stay. it’s hard for me to say what i mean, when your voice is tied to a tree in the woods, i’m spinning and i can’t see anything, and i just want you to call me. i don’t want to be a tiny poem that gives you self confidence. i don’t want to be opened and closed then stored away until you’re hurt more.
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