There are a lot. Get fucking ready, see if you can peice stuff together from previous vents on why I relate. Ooh like a fun little game. Just kidding. This is one talented boy though! Honestly, his music means so much to me and it's so honest but it's so true? I can invision myself writing this same stuff it's so relatable to me. (If I had the skill to do so)
He's incredible and anyone I know will say I have the best music taste ever, so listen to him right now.
Green
You looked so good in green, I hope you're well, and you looked so good with him, and I'm proud of you still. I miss your perfect teeth, I was too blunt. I hope you feel happy, that's all I want. That's all I want.
Mess in the kitchen.
I was so disappointed. I guess I got to my head.
I get it now, that it's too late. I never stopped feeling guilty, I'm over it, I promise that! I just gotta sing it out of me.
Take care of my shirt, warm and grey. I hope you think of me.
I hope you love yourself, your body and heart.... that's all I want.
Rocket Ships
On summer nights the stars fall a little slower and I don't know if I can catch them in time, so words delicately to the palm of my hand tell me: what am I worth?
I have funny little comic books taped to my hand and a brain within a brain that's got a mind of its own, yeah.
Rocket Ships will take off, whether you're in them or not, and it's sad but it's the truth; the world will still turn without you. But when your bones turn to earth, you'll ask me: what was I worth? I'll simply plant a flower above you, and you can watch it grow.
On summer nights my thoughts form a little bigger and, I don't know how to arrange them or put them into words. Now I'm leaving bashful teardrops in my hand, so tell me I'm a man. Do you think aliens from outer space think that they're the only human race? My minds a house of magic cards about to blow away, yeah.
I'm not ready to grow yet.
Would it be okay for me to stay? If okay is here then I'm far away, and my trains not leaving for a while, I packed my bags but they've emptied themselves somehow. The thought of meaning something just makes my brain, twist and turn and fall down sideways.
Let me sing, until the fires so bright it's deafening.
Banana Bread
You're falling further down, but I've got you by a thread. I wrap the cord around my arms until my hands start to turn red. It's not enough, it won't be enough to save you.
She's so in love with all the things I hate most about myself, I'm so in love with all the sounds she makes when she smiles, oh well.
It's a little tough. I hope you're alright. I didn't want to wake up last night, because I quite liked the dream I had of holding your hand. It's funny how slowly time goes when my thoughts have been racing all this time. It's alright to feel a little bit of darkness now and then- I know I've said it once but I still tell myself again and again. You'll never be enough, but what is enough? You're selfless, isn't that enough?
Just wait a little while, you don't cry too much. You know that when you smile, the sun shines more gently?
