Dry air helps my brain shut off
In the winter or the autumn fall
Spent the day on the bus
I still call you angel
The dog ran to the lakefront
Can't afford a new one
We both fell from pine trees and never woke up
The obituaries and family letters say they died doing what they loved, climbing branches, and eating fences
Guess I’m sorry, hope you'll miss me in the morning
I feel the same way about those old movies as our apartment
Theres a nеw type of beauty called gamе boy lights hidden under pillows
You're still on business
Selling souls and trail mix
Feels like a series wrap on a made for tv movie
Same shit we’ve heard before
Its hard to believe you're gone i'm not
I get you're emails weekly or something
Life like lullabies skipping town at 25 cause everything's in motion and everyone is hoping
We're blessed
We're blessed