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sketchy demo 2

by cipinko

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zoot 04:22
am i fucked up enough to love, or do i love things so much that it's fucked up? it's getting to the point where i'm not sure. you lost seven cigarettes and the cops took the gram that i just purchased and i miss the way the sun feels on my skin. i'm not sure where i lost control. maybe the zoloft or the concerta knows, because i can't focus and i'm not less depressed. but those drugs have to be doing something in exchange for how many i take, in exchange for the money my parents pay. otherwise, there's no point. i'm just a filled prescription or a burned out joint, and my teenage years feel more distant as they progress. so i'll hang out in the room i'm stranded in, where the sun misses you and touching your skin. this winter doesn't get better, it gets bearable and disappears. there's no reason to be leaving, because i believe there's nothing better anywhere. a car drives by and wets your jeans, your hands clam up, and your eyes can't stay dry. there are no profound moments, just suburban dreams. it's decaying into spring and my feet just drag.
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tell me you know how to love me and then leave, like nobody ever could. you make me feel ways that nobody ever could, make me feel sick on the inside, broke on the inside. reach your hands into my pockets. tell me how much you miss these shaking legs. tell me everything about how you know better this time, and i'll think to myself that i should have known better by now. you make me feel ways that nobody ever could, make me feel sick on the inside. i'm choking and spitting up bones. if there was ever a way to tell you how much i regret this, it would taste like a watermelon or it would taste like one thousand tiny pins. you make my throat fill with one thousand tiny pins.
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released August 17, 2014

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songs about weed & worrying / evanston, il / 2013-2015

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