Oh the last time I saw Paul
I was horrible and almost let him in
But I stopped and caught the wall
And my mouth got dry so all I did was take him for a spin

Yeah we hopped inside my car
And I drove in circles 'round the freight train yard
And he turned the headlights off
Then he pulled the bottle out
Then he showed me what was love

I'll be your morning bright goodnight shadow machine
I'll be your record player baby if you know what I mean
I'll be your real tough cookie with the whiskey breath
I'll be a killer and a thriller and the cause of our death

In the blossom of the months
I was sure that I'd get driven off with thought
So I swallowed all of it
As I realized there was no one who could kiss away my shit

I'll be your morning bright goodnight shadow machine
I'll be your record player baby if you know what I mean
I'll be your real tough cookie with the whiskey breath
I'll be a killer and a thriller and the cause of our death

Paul, I know you said that you'd take me any way I came or went
But I'll push you from my brain
See, you're gentle baby
I couldn't stay, I'd only bring you pain

I was your starry-eyed lover and the one that you saw
I was your hurricane rider and the woman you'd call
We were just two moonshiners on the cusp of a breath
And I've been burning for you baby since the minute I left

WAWA

Best you didn’t ask me,
When I’m comin’ home.
Mother don’t grieve for me,
I’m not gone.

Black teeth baby eyes lose their light.
Up until that day I had never seen somebody die.
Is it alright?
That I didn’t cry?
Glass ceilings baby make for pretty last sight,
Lift you up we’re in flight, we are high.

Best you didn’t ask me,
When I’m comin’ home.
Daddy don’t write to me,
Won’t be here for long.

First time baby died I’ll tell you breaking cold earth felt good baby wasn’t right
Cold hands breed quiet hearts wouldn’t even make it through the night
How does it feel?
Lying in the middle of the road?
While the sun rise?


Imagining tragedy
Had always seemed more real to me.

Imagining tragedy
Had always seemed more real to me.

Imagining tragedy
Had always seemed more real to me.


dream & real:

there was a time i cursed my bedroom but
now i think i’m stronger than that
I still dream of cabins and the sea;
While you are off to spain i am dreaming
of what my next trip might be

Something bout the way you cut your hair
and typed all night on nootropics
something bout the way you cut your hair
while i swam through centre of the sea in a pod of dolphins

The only music i could stomach that morning was sad country tunes
nah it’s not cause I was thinkin’ of you nah it was
Something to do with a person I knew…