by Joyce Manor on album Of All Things I Will Soon Grow Tired

I’m always tired. I’m always at least half asleep. Blemish and state how I don’t feel great now. I don’t hang out in her hair. I don’t wonder if she cares. I lay awake now, I entertain

by Joyce Manor on album Of All Things I Will Soon Grow Tired

To see you reach from the stairs saying, “I know this consumes me,” Pour out on radio flyer color of fucked up and groovy. I could just cry like a child While kind of watching some movie about

by Joyce Manor on album Of All Things I Will Soon Grow Tired

If all your old posters of co-worker friends Could know how it feels by now, Would they act like they don’t have a clue? You steer with your shoulders and line your eyes with both of your arms Y

by Joyce Manor on album Of All Things I Will Soon Grow Tired

I’ve got something to tell you, Something that you’d say if you were me. But something so specific to you and only you And when you heard it from another you looked so confused. Because “I�

by Joyce Manor on album Of All Things I Will Soon Grow Tired

You can’t make a mistake On these kind of ice skates. You can talk, I’ll lay around. So don’t you be my black plastic case for your glasses. You fail to feel time affect you. And I don’t

by Joyce Manor on album Of All Things I Will Soon Grow Tired

[Originally by The Buggles] I heard you on the wireless back in ‘52 Lying awake intent on tuning in on you. If I was young it didn't stop you coming through. They took the credit for your se

by Barbra Streisand on album Miscellaneous

When you're just out walking and you pass Little signs that says, "Keep off the grass" Did you ever stop and ask yourself why? Pretty playgrounds children used to know Little squares where lovers lov

by Catcall on album The Warmest Place

Deep in a haze my head is hangin' Splashin' my ear, Ihear it bangin' I wanna come out Just to see your face Goosebumps all over, nipples harden Dripped in some more our stock is coming Don't eve

by Ricky Eat Acid on album Ricky Eat Acid

by Yo Gotti on album CM7: The World Is Yours

Why you talking shit about five or six shots? Imma show you how to fuck up a whole block. First you get an AK with the whole hundred rounds in it. Pour up, drink. Headshot, drank. Sit down, drank.

by Ou Est Le Swimming Pool on album The Golden Year

by Joyce Manor on album Of All Things I Will Soon Grow Tired

by Joyce Manor on album Million Dollars to Kill Me

by Joyce Manor on album Million Dollars to Kill Me

by Joyce Manor on album Million Dollars to Kill Me

by Joyce Manor on album Million Dollars to Kill Me

by Joyce Manor on album Million Dollars to Kill Me

by Joyce Manor on album Million Dollars to Kill Me

by Joyce Manor on album Million Dollars to Kill Me

by Joyce Manor on album Million Dollars to Kill Me