1994

There's no other story but this

It's always something

The hand forcing sticks into its spokes

Sleeping for a day or sleep for five minutes

But only for a day or two if you're lucky

See, I sold my board for twenty dollars 'cause I didn't want to

Break my arm save the strings

And now it's like

Angry songs make me feel worse

Happy songs make me feel like a liar

I'm a 90s kid

I'm, I'm from the sounds of hollow walls and steep secondhand steps

From below the stairs

Hovering above the brick stages

Plastic sheets don't keep out the cold

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts

I swear to God it hurts

If it comes worse for worse

I got a million in the stack and always one in the cavity

I, I think I'm witnessing the end of the world and I like it