I’m recording the bits of songs, I’ve written over the past few years
It is a good feeling having a finished version, then years later listening to it being proud you actually got off you ass. Real talk though any songs, anyone would like me to cover and make a video for them?
I am done with this. I wanna taste the breeze of every great city.
He sweats this bird he hardly knows. All that he wants is to see someone he respects without their clothes.
When taking off your clothes, everything hidden is suddenly exposed.
I set my expectations high, so nothing ever comes out right
This is what it’s like to hate the way you are and all your friends.
This is the way to my heart heres a map can you find me?
Tell me, don’t you wanna know. What I think about at night? I’ll tell you something… I think of you.
You can’t out wait fate
Silly Eye Color Generalizations
There are those boys with earthly eyes
Their eyes are like the ground
You walk and walk, kickin’ up dirt
But they don’t make a sound
And when they kiss you, they sometimes leave ‘em open
To make sure you don’t drown
Yeah, the sweetest eyes, the truest eyes are probably dark brown
There are those boys with golden hazel eyes
The colour of weak tea
They spend their nights howlin’ at the moon
To let go of the sea
The scope of their depth is terrifying, thrilling
You think you’re finally free
When you capture you
‘Cause golden eyes are as sticky as honey from a bee
I’m drowning…
But those with blue I shouldn’t trust
‘Cause I myself have blue
You fall for them so easy
You think you see right through
You take a leap, thinking the water is deep
When suddenly it’s just grey rain
Then puddles at your feet, they turn to dirty ice
But somehow they’ll melt back to clean blue water once again
Confusing…
Blue eyes, they change like the weather
Blue sea, blue sky, blue pain
I wouldn’t trust my own blue-eyed reflection
As far as I could throw that mirror
Bum bum bum…
But these are just silly eye-color generalizations
You shouldn’t believe a word I’ve said
‘Cause when you’re lying in your bed
Darkness ‘round your head
Your eyes might as well be polka-dotted or plaid
Polka-dotted or plaid
