a pad accident
my darkest nightmare confirmed
emptiness outside
disintegration
ghost i worship 4 years on
emptiness inside
only truth ive known
over the wet florida sky
last night in dream died
there’s nothing i can say
in tradition hands are tied
by custom i sit silent
my true love last night in dream died.
Alone i choose the ra’dio of my heart Picking up echoes of your distant song In cracks of thunder five seconds apart The rolling trains
I used to have a problem. I always thought to get a great sounding recording, I had to be in a ‘real’ studio. It’s because
Since I was a kid, I’ve had a love/hate relationship with fame. It’s been extra confusing for me because I’ve wrongly been conflating “fame” with
