The problem with memory is it's so hard t stay afloat
The language of eyes demonstrates this hypothesis perfectly
The words fail every time
How come all these gorgeous oceans are churning in my mind?

The problem with memory
Is it never can be touched
I don't believe that either of us are innocent here so let's not pretend
Let me see those hands
I'm tired of those sweet momentos I wanna be in your band

And why are all the neighbor's children not singing for you?
And why are all the Christian soldiers not yet turning blue?
And why are all the purest colors still somehow not in view?

The problem with memory is it always tastes so real.
But I don't know is this lust or just strong strawberries or is the real thing? I'm open to pretend
But I'm tired of these pretty visions I wanna touch her again

The problem with memory is it never takes you home
But I don't know. Every single time I think of her I'm covered in snow
I'm starting to get scared
And why is every single morning not covered in her hair?

And why are all the notions of authenticity fetching the highest price
Is what I say when I'm trying to look authentic?
Other times I like to say
let's keep in touch are the coldest words ever spoke

Why is my guitar so tidy and my oceans only made of wood?
Hello, can I tell u the truth now please?
I'm sorry but all we're carrying this season is pity kisses
U know when I saw you walkin down 53 I almost died.
I knew the way that you looked at me and also
the way you didn't look at me
and the way that i looked at you
and the way that i pretended that you didn't look away
and you just didn't recognize me
and i stopped my car a little too soon
it was over before it began

Every day Facebook.com recommends moth eggs

my memories are like eggs
you can't tell if they're hard-boiled
until you crack them

Have another on me. I can always get a fresh one.

Writing is stealing from yr own head.

You treat my dogs alright
But they can tell yr not really petting them
but just a memory of closeness

But why is yr harp so unstrung? And rhythms so dear to us
so full of fashionable regrets
And are the only kind of kisses that i hear
are like digitized uh ohs

But what a wild agony of shapes that I carry on me. Back and from
a version of my
please say hey to agony for me

But why oh why if u say ur hearts so caught up god

Neon brown

I hate the way u look at me when I'm in my five pound dress
And I don't discuss anymore in a language of duress
But now with my new frequencies unafraid and
untouched by my designs But why why why why
if the bombs are so cool
And the brutal so amused
Do the symptoms of the summer
now never can choose?

Won't u step in my room the cold coyote says
but I just wanna stay in my room the maid a-milking replies
but

But please please let me gather my things
before I abdicate my regret
Narco cultoriim
Ring in the new year underwater
Sloppy soulful wet soy flute
Swine flute
the flute U can eat!
Teacher teacher! there's a dreadlock in my soup!
Rusty hands never sleep peter
No rust for the wiked.
Are we still in the common era?

Frankie says she's had enough of the new age she's gonna pack up all her analogies and go back t bed
Good luck Frankie. There's no rust for the wicked. But if u tell me that I'm satisfied I'll go straight to the press.

Hey Frankie how was yr court date?

I'm a duppy sympathizer.
Tycoon smile
Heart of a wild strawberry
Let me say one kind thing please

Rusty strawberry don't u tell me no lies

You nasty little German cocktail
Don't u compliment my eyes

I gotta a tycoon smile when your dreams upon me
and i won't be clear about that one thanks

No more bowmen left t find our black noses in the snow
Is there rain on this recording? yes i think
a little
Not the horseman,

Who is the least legitimate cellist at the table?
HURRY UP AND WAIT
The sky furry w stars
Landlords dopey in the afterglow

Dream Liz pelly convinced me I should release botanical castings on soap library instead of pillow lava.

i never listen to my dreams

Writing is stealing from yr own head.

The most dangerous part is this strange idea that we can even possibly do something wrong

It's a deep lack of trust that is the gateway to evil

Nihilism is only half the battle

Radical acceptance. Even more radical.
ok now less radical.
ok yeah that sounds good
i'm good
yeah

Andy is making a band called my favorite band but idk
probably not my favorite band.

Bubbles don't even burst when they touch me
I'll make u the most tasteless man in this city
With every note from my guitar you get slower and slower and more genuinely confused.

A cold carpenter blames their motives

What bird are most afraid of.