I swear to god don’t test me or I’ll just use this account to quote lyrics from The Wonder Years and nothing else

I SPENT THE WINTER WRITING SONGS ABOUT GETTING BETTER, AND IF IM BEING HONEST IM GETTING THERE

No one knows where they’re going, they just know they want out of here badly. Like cigarettes dropped on a highway, the smash and scatter and burn out somewhere else without knowing

I keep a flashlight and a small knife, in the corner of my bed stand. I keep a flashlight and the train times, but you wouldn’t understand, how could you understand?

IM NOT A SELF HELP BOOK IM JUST A FUCKED UP KID.

Twice a week I pass by the church that held your funeral, the pastors words come pouring down like rain. He said you were a sinner and now you walk with Jesus, the drugs that took your life aren’t gonna cause you any pain. And I don’t think he even knew your name.

I’m not sad anymore I’m just tired of this place. The weight of the world would be ok, if it could pick a shoulder to lean on so I could stand up straight

These billboards that flaunt these scare tactics make me think you’re only good if, you’re afraid of being punished. Every single Sunday, church bells wake me up. But it’s never enough to pull me out of bed

Operator take me home, I don’t know where else to go, I wanna die in the suburbs

The Midwest feels like a hollow place that we filled with love and industry. And we’re staring at the frozen ground in goodwill suits, silent as the pastor reads the eulogy

The casino seemed like a bad idea but Denny’s seemed like a worse one. I don’t think that we ever let that stop us. We ended up busted, broke and choking down a grand slam, I can’t think of a better way for the night to end

I WAS KIND OF HOPING YOU’D STAAAAAY.

I was kind of hoping you’d stay

I can’t help but thinking of watching the Sears tower collapse as a kid, I feel like I might do the same thing

CIRCLED THE AIRPORT A HUNDRED TIMES TO TRY TO HIDE THE FACT THAT I WAS CRYING, came in on the red eye, AND THATS WHY I LOOK LIKE THIS

It smells like it should be snowing, and I’ve been frequenting a diner on Main Street where the waitresses are girls that graduated with me, have problems with oxy and can’t recall what I had to drink

HEY JESS, I woke up older carrying, TWO YEARS IN THE BAGS UNDER MY EYES.

HEY JESS, I watched you wake up and get dressed, YOU LEFT THE ROOM RECEDING LIKE MY HAIRLINE

I don’t think I love anything the way some people love Morrissey, it’s just, nothing speaks to me that way

Goddamn you look holy
Hit from behind with light
You're a painting of a saint
And I'm nervous, stumbling over my lines

WHAT SONG DO YOU WANNA DIE TO??

IF IM IN AN AIRPORT AND YOURE IN A HOSPITAL BED, MY GOD, WHAT KIND OF MAN DOES THAT MAKE ME?

I’LL BE YOUR DEAD BIRD, YOU’LL BE MY BLOOD HOUND

you’re just doing what you’re told, trying to make your master proud

It’s good to know...

I DIDN’T DIE FOR NOTHING

I spent my life weighed down by a stone heart
Drowning in irony and settling for anything
Somewhere down the line all the wiring went faulty
I'm scared shitless of failure and I'm staring out at where I wanna be