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lazy (for brotherkenzie)
02:40
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Im a stress eater, a nose bleeder, a fool
Never been a keeper and never been cool
Im taking all the time I can not to write this song
Im lazy as can be and can be is really long
Could say Im disappointed but really I don’t care
This is who I am and thats all that I can bare
Maybe I’ve wasted all my time sitting in bed
But life if so much easier when you think you’re dead
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summer away (for Miloe)
02:17
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Summer’s just not right on the west coast
Time moves too slow
Hours blur together in daytime
Night just seems to grow
Nothing feels like home on the west coast
I really miss the snow
Spent my high school wanting to be in college
Can’t wait to leave this town
Spent my college wanting to be home
I can’t wait to leave this town
Summer’s just not right on the west coast
Time moves too fast
Missing summer in a place where I’m comfy
Has that part of my life passed
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grown up (for Vial)
02:22
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You say I’m still a kid and I should revel in my youth
But what if growing up is something I just can’t refuse
I’m ready to be older now and take my life off snooze
To grow up and to show up and to make a choice I choose
For one I want to make a choice that doesn’t come back to bite me
I want to get a haircut and be proud it looks like me
To go outside and exercise and eat a healthy meal
To get a paycheck in my bank and use it for something real
What if I want to be grown up right now?
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Survivor seems hard as a task, and I think I’d hate it
Days without a shower
Can I even think of myself as a music major
When really I don’t know shit
Two years down the drain, what a shame, but is it really that bad
Would I have used them that well?
My cate hates me
My diets shit
And I think I wanna be
Super derivative
My sims are bored of me
Brain sick of me
And I think I wanna be
Super derivative
The colors in this room are starting to get to me
The dirt and the grime and the dust
I used to be the girl who’s take her trash out every weekend
Now I’m just too tired
I’m bored of my classes, bored of my closet, bored of my everyday
I didn’t get to say what I meant to say, so I guess I’ll go take my trash out
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home (for Lapdogs)
03:01
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I want you to know, that I’m missing my home
My pink walls, my name on my bed
The pillow where I rest my head
Ivy Avenue
I’m missing you
Cucumbers
And my bedroom
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I like writing words, but I can’t write the music
No good at the singing, so I guess I’ll autotune it
I gave myself too much work, I assumed that I could complete it
But when it came to writing music, I guess you could call me a defeatist I’ve spent years listening to albums, years idolizing musicians
Years on the floor at concerts, analyzing their positions
I wish I could sing
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