M4RSMUS1C

i don’t tell them you’re in my backseat

like on the first night we met

you were singing with your friends

looked up and you were smiling at me

i check for messages from blocked numbers

i check for messages in the sky too

i whisper secrets when i need you the most

i wonder if those strands of hair

are the last pieces of me

whisper to myself so i don’t forget

sometimes i think he’ll speak to me how you did

but he still hasn’t learned the language yet

i can’t explain to him that i hear your voice in the static

and that i smell you sometimes in patches of air

i can’t explain because he wouldn’t get it

a song i wrote when i was 15 about the person i thought i was going to marry. isn’t that crazy?

chipping gold

i taught the band our song, baby

we’re playing it for the encore

i ended up sending a video

nothing less, but nothing more

havent been doing well lately

threw the pills up on the floor

my skins green from that,

and the chipping gold.

what would you buy real gold for?

need me like i’m air

and then cough me out like i’m smoke

fingers through my hair

an old song by the old me (that i really like still)

Satanists:

i don’t want to write, if you won’t be there to read it

dont wanna play, if youre not at the show

i hate the train now, walking past where we’d sit

and the color blue, concerts, and coke

and i see why there are satanists, if they feel understood

you know that id come back to you, if my friends said i should

does it scare you know that only ghosts stand where we stood?

and if you were so bad for me, why did it feel so good?

make a home out of this haunted motel, then

tie me up, kiss my face, and burn it down

keep me sick enough so you can nurse me back to health

first song kinda nervous. #euphoric

will prob delete.

lyrics:

is how well you know me the weapon you chose

did you draw the map that the hitmen used

or were you just as confused

i guess it was your house too

is my side of the bed is still a little bit warm

had she been in that damn bed before?

am i even alive anymore

i think i died in the storm

took my breath away just to take something from me

was the worst thing you could do just to love me

sometimes i feel like god is laughing above me

your ex wasn't crazy was she

was she?

when you get on stage, and don't know the words

so you change religions just to break the curse

when prayers make your body burn

and you don’t feel the seasons turn

when it's all prophesied in some ancient verse

that you'll lose all the weight and you'll just feel worse

every taxi will feel like a hearse

when you’re asleep, you’ll still be so alert

and theres no solution, and there's no cure

so you write in journals and pretend that it works

in the laundry you’ll still find his shirt