this is the part where every song i’ve written in the past month sounds like its from new orleans and should be sung by someone with a better voice
Oh, Stockholm Syndrome, you’re the reason we’re in love
subtle variations: you will find no sympathy here. →
scripted-abstractions: for the immature, committing travesty is an easy slip. so locked within themselves all alone but for their misguided interpretations. taking cues through fogged windows, and pleasing the wrong people. you have wounded me. our oath made in trust, burned at the stake with my heart still…
creating a radio played just for two
I read today that people with alzheimers will forget certain words, and replace them with new ones. for example, calling a “watch” a “hand clock” it broke my heart
is this newfound feeling mindfulness or lethargy?