Midnight Service At The Mutter Museum

Modern Baseball - Pothole [x]

Real Friends - I’ve Given Up On You [x]

Basement - Covet [x]

Photo By: Ally Newbold

The Wonder Years was pretty rad

And it got cold in Essex County When the old sat there side by side Building tombs in the form of houses Burying the rest of Old Joe’s mind And I can see them sitting Aging into the light Tucker into Someplace, Toranto Saying, “why can’t you be alive?” And it got cold in Essex County When they sat next to their graves Screaming to nothing If they could have just one more day And all the drugs didn’t help a thing But fill his knees with epic pain At the moment he let out a smile Because at least he felt something You wrote me off, I called it funny Too troublesome, too tongue in cheek. I made friends with your distance presence But by myself all I had was silence Your cozy glare turned my eyes bloodshot I missed you most when I could sleep I know that my brother is better than he thinks he is, maybe we should call each other And I’ll sit on top this train, spread myself out and open the holes in my head Spill out the contents of my brain, give them to Joe to bring him back from the dead Give me another bottle, so I don’t mash my teeth I won’t be another animal, but maybe that’s what I need Lord knows I’ve been tryin’, but human ain’t my thing Maybe all those pretty Ativan will feel better inside my skin Lighting my lighter in my pocket reminding me that I’m here (Am I imaginary, or is my voice not loud enough?)

My cassettes are coming along great

- Old Gray (Wolves)

“When I am sad, I am sad - but when I’m happy, oh god I am happy.” - The front bottoms