Tonight I'm gonna try to look at the sky
To see if there are any stars
But the city lights are like your eyes
They look like stars but there's nothing inside
This song is an ode to my loneliness
To the guys who played with my heart
They say you shouldn't have remorse
They say you shouldn't have regrets
Cuz you're gonna bury them with your corpse
Tell that to your 40 year old self
Let me drink like the waste of sperm I am
Let me cry over photographs
Let me hurt myself everynight
So I can look at you with a fake smile
In the love I give
The red turns to pink
And I cry in the sink
Your eyes are my kink
It hurts when I think
Cuz my pain's in my ink
In the love I give
The red turns to pink
And I cry in the sink
Your eyes are my kink
It hurts when I think
Cuz my pain's in my ink
[Awkward drunk solo]
I have no idea what I'm doing
It feels like my life is drifting
I'm gonna turn 18 soon
I'm gonna be an adult soon
Still have no idea how to buy a house
Still have no idea how to get a job
Still have no idea how to have sex
Still have no idea why I should have sex
Still have no idea where my soulmate is, they promised me
Still have no idea where the clitoris is
Still have no idea what my meds are
Still have no idea how to turn on the radar
And I still don't know if I'm a man or a woman
I still don't know why I hate my penis
I still don't know why I hate drinking
And I still don't know why I hate risking
I still don't know what the hell you're saying
I still don't know why I'm not listening
I still don't know why emergency rooms are so cold
I only know what I've been told
I only live through my remorse
My parents are getting a divorce
Why can't I look you in the eye
Yeah, just fucking, just fucking stop
In the love I give
The red turns to pink
And I cry in the sink
Your eyes are my kink
It hurts when I think
Cuz my pain's in my ink
In the love I give
The red turns to pink
And I cry in the sink
Your eyes are my kink
It hurts when I think
Cuz my pain's in my ink
And again let's change the pace
I grew a disgust to this kind of nights
Throwing up guts while saying I'm alright
This ain't my thing. So why the hell am I here ? There's a guy standing next to me, asking me if I want any drugs. I say "no" cuz I hate it, but he still gave me his number and some ecstasy. I told him "I don't even know how to consume it." He replied "Just eat it you're fucking stupid" So he gave me a hug, and he took back his drug and I was like
Yeah
Yeah what the fuck ?
In the love I give
The red turns to pink
And I cry in the sink
Your eyes are my kink
It hurts when I think
Cuz my pain's in my ink
In the love I give
The red turns to pink
And I cry in the sink
Your eyes are my kink
It hurts when I think
Cuz my pain's in my ink
What if the beat, what if the pace changes completely
I don't know where the keys of my house are
I lost them inside the car
My phone has no battery left
But the thought came to my head
Why the hell do I fake it ?
If it makes me so sad.
The plane goes away in the distance
Makin' it harder for me
To communicate
Anything else than pure hate
Try to catch him by the wings
And rip them apart
It's a bird without wings
And without feelings
Tell me please : Do you feel it ?
That void in your chest
You lost yourself in quarters of lex
It's not just a heartache
I'm so drunk
I don't even know where you are
When people are a GPS
But do you really think I can live like this ?
Is it really how it's gonna be ?
But do you really think I can live like this ?
Is it really how it's gonna end ?
The plane goes away in the distance
Makin' it harder for me
To communicate
Anything else than pure hate
Try to catch him by the wings
And rip them apart
It's a bird without wings
And without feelings
supported by 13 fans who also own “Malaysia airlines' complaint”
wow. ive took a slap. no words can describe this album, you have to listen it in your life, this album is really powerful. i'm not a such fan of noise music and experimental rap and experimental project, but i love this album and in 2021 i'm still listening these beautiful musics, these beautiful lyrics. thank you. Mathyseuh
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2016
supported by 12 fans who also own “Malaysia airlines' complaint”
A brilliant and disturbing development of The street sitting LP. The mood is more violent, unstable and harsh. the story told is scheming, cryptic. It's hard to put labels in this EP. I guess you'll need to try it out several times to know if you want to run away or to adopt it. TOMORROW'S SHIT is supposed to hide a terrible secret. will you discover it? Alicia Tolby