Is something wrong?
Is something wrong?
House in view, don’t walk away from me. Can’t you see all the sweet, sweet happiness you could store in your floorboards? The loving embrace we could keep going on and on in there. It’s too good to be true, but here you are, and here I am. I’ll love you, won’t you love me back? It’s as simple as that. Now to set the table square.
Another song, another song! Glorious me, another song. Do you feel what I feel? Listen again, listen again! How may we go on from here, my love? We set sail for the high tide, my dear.
Remnants - Jer from P.o.t.N.
I never cared about your problems because I have problems too. Not your scars. Nor your oddities. But you caressed me to the ground with your presence. And forever I lay down.
Forever today I lay down, down, down.
Rumours - the lunchtime sardine club from Icecapades
Made another song, feels good. Keep the trend going.
Vinyl sorting and sorting vinyl again. Probably going to be broke by the end of this week. Broke every week.
Sell minivan to get “better” vehicle. Gotta sell the van first, man.
Moving out would be so nice. What am I gonna do.
Alone - Jer from P.o.t.N.
Alone tonight, but I think of you.
Distorted - Jer from P.o.t.N.
Wake up to eyes wrinkled with burdens. Who’s pushing me around?
Dreaming of stories with lost opportunity girls. I didn’t like them. I don’t anymore, anyway.
Mouth is the desert every morning. Who wants to make out? Keep away; I’m distorted.
I gotta stop eating so much.
Sleeping is becoming restless. How does that make sense, even?
Burned away pests.
It’s Mother’s Day. Got nothing for you, Ma. Sorry. Maybe a poem.
I feel extremely selfish. And I should feel that way. I mean, example number one: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^
The rag-tag team sure has a way of making you feel sorry. Making you feel sick. Making you feel..
So I smoked before going into work. Everyone was staring at me as they got out of the car. They all shake theirs.
I’m just being more honest. I still lie too much.
Confrontation gets at me like a tick sucking the blood.
And I hate serving people. Fuck.
You’ll have yours, amigo. Take it easy, square.