graceburghoffart

I love my mom and dad Yeah, they’re the best I’ve ever had But they just don’t know how to help me this time And I think it’s driving them out of their minds And it makes me feel so damn bad Here is a tiny punk song I wrote and recorded last night. The quality is shitty.

HEY SURPRISE I RECORDED ANOTHER SONG (Sorry it’s kinda shitty; I’m too lazy to do a second take.) “I Still Feel the Same” If you find yourself kissing on some Russian girl Or if you find yourself missing me more than anything in the world Let me know Did I make a mistake Will I let my heart break again Will it be different Can it be different if I still feel the same I’d hop on a plane today if you’d let me stay But who knows what you’d say or worse, what you’d do If you find yourself kissing on some Russian girl Or if you find yourself missing me more than anything in the world

I’M HAVING A LOT OF FEELINGS SO HERE’S ANOTHER SONG “Ghost” I would say that I need you but I’m afraid you won’t say the same And you haunt me–like a ghost whispering you love me through the walls And I’m on my knees I haven’t prayed since I was thirteen but I’m getting desperate so give me, give me something And this isn’t a conversation I’m dying to have but I’m dying to know and I’ll die if I don’t So am I a freeway? Am I an overpass? Am I your hometown? Or am I just a touchdown? Am I baggage? Or am I your wallet? Am I yours?

(out. Em G A D)

jESUS cHRIST //brand new//

“suspicious minds” — the king