Fuckall

Just like the smoke up in the air,
And the beer spilled on the floor.
Just like the glass under your feet,
And the isopropyl in your bottle,
Just like the tar and skin and bone,
That I inhabit at times,
When I'm not somewhere else
Looking for a sign

I know It's hotter outside,
And it's getting way too late

To stop ourselves from ourselves
And it's written into fate

I was born into this world,
Blind eye turned towards a screen

Growing up, our phones were tapped

And everything was seen

            -Chorus-
Sometimes it looks like I don't care,
And that would be my fault

I spend everything I have

Because I'm self-taught
Worn fabric on my bones

Stained with vomit, bleach, and words

I feel I've lived too long,
But I'm so young that it hurts

            -Chorus-

Reviews

[Oliver Lee]

I love your song dude. Do you write music as well?

[Indra's Child]

Yeah, I do, practically my only usable skills are guitar and writing you know lol

[Oliver Lee]

me except I realllllly suck at guitar and I am good at every other instrument lmao how? idk

[Indra's Child]

I kind of get it- no matter how hard I try, I just can't feel some instruments. I can play a little piano and harmonica, but if I can't feel it, I'm incapable. I can't read sheet music for that reason I think. I guess that's why I look up to Jimi Hendrix- playing by ear is the only way I can function musically.
I'm weird haha I own it

[Oliver Lee]

I'm going to say my favorite saying for people like us, will little quirks and s**t; Darling, just f*****g own it

[Indra's Child]

Boop booop
Cosmic, haha

[Oliver Lee]

boop boop boop boop