lets both be drunk

lets pretend we are more drunk than you actually are.

That way we can say things we didnt expect to see.

what matters to you? maybe you can tel me now that you are less hidden.

People who drink sometimes just want to hide themselves less.

But fuck it. fuck fuck . is it possible to respect the beauty in someone? sometimes seeing beauty just compells me to want. want want want. soo selfish. and yet. I imagine things. and if that person who I see the beauty in doesnt want things that way, well... it takes maturity to realize that just being honest and seeing what happens is the only really good way to go about things. if she loves you, it will be self evident. so go with it, thats the way to go

If you ask me whats on my mind, ill think of things that are on my mind faster than I can say them. let alone what was on my mind 10 minutes ago.

Happy new year!

TRUST!

Alright. These lyrics are going to go in the first half:



nostalgia is all I need

Please take me back to sault ste marie

I met an older woman there

Her god was art Her art was what she did

This Mod lifestyle id never seen before

smoking cloves on a southern porch

selling japanese imports

I met a few men who inspired me

Completely stunned by what I could possibly be

Spreadin the love, thats arcadia for yeah

you can thank matt, now its yours, yeah its for you...

Nostalgia, it buries me

Mother fucking memories

I wrote a song today, with some people. Writing a song with help from someone is sort of like being in love. No, I dont know what I mean by that.