‘said that i was done for good and don’t want no more lies, but my phone keep blowing up temptations on my line. i stare at my screen a while before i press decline. but [s]he plants a seed and it still lingers in my mind. but i’m only human i know loving you’s a crime - if i take this cookie now one day ill do the time’

‘when im in your town press pound hit me up’

‘all in your mind were fears that would come true’

another song that assaulted me this morning in reference to hollanov was seigfried by frank ocean; some excerpts:

‘the markings on you surface, your speckled face … i couldn’t gauge your fears. i can’t relate to my peers’

‘maybe i’m a fool… maybe i should move and settle down’

‘i’m not brave.’

‘speaking of nirvana it was there. rare as the feathers in my dash from a phoenix, there with my crooked teeth and companion sleeping’