How sad it is when you spill your guts on the paper.
It only neglects you and never relieves.
In every corner and space I search for you,
I've only found your vocal cords.
Hate that I'm never certain of what needs what most.
All day your songs spin me into a romance repeatedly to the sky.
Scream over and over again repeatedly to the sky.
In every corner and space I search for you,
I've only found your vocal cords.
Hate that I'm never certain of what needs what most.
And nothing has affected me so...
In every corner and space I search for you,
I've only found your vocal cords.
Hate that I'm never certain of what needs what most.
1 | Nerdy |
2 | Letter Thing |
3 | Botchla |
4 | Slice Paper Wrists |
5 | Exist Underground |
6 | Torn |
7 | Parks And What You Meant To Me |
8 | Antarctica Inside Me |
9 | Mid Air Love Message |
10 | My Mirror No Longer |