new years

DEBUT ALBUM

we start recording next friday. it will probably be 10 songs. we’re recording a cover but it won’t be on the album i don’t think. ahren from pompeii graffiti is going to record the drums in my garage around 3pm that day. hopefully john won’t fuck up a lot so we can finish that evening. still thinking of a name for the album. since twelve thousand emotions concerning a lot of the lyrics written have resurfaced like the bunch of pieces of shit they are, i got a nice kick of encouragement and drive to get this album finished. can’t wait for you 12 fans to hear it.

<3 justin

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winter fire in your eyes carrying a torch. i slept the drive back completely aware of you and i and energy. faces are moving but nothing flesh matters. spirits rolling in the hay. adjacent to sleep, my hand laid there lying to you like it wasn’t waiting for grace. and i can’t wait for you to lean into me. a song will play off our lips.

strength in numbers

indifferent to all things, i passed through you unseen but on a whim, i’ll digress to lock the door i thought i’d left open and i’m not the first one to ever suggest you’d never had a second thought about this and i’m not the only one who’s ever read the things you only say with your chest. and it starts to feel the same. we both start to sound the same.  indifferent to just me, you’ll sail on with the deepest breech of feelings and doubts. you’ve anchored to yourself to a seabed of made up truth and i’m not the first one to play at the meaningless way you’ve held on and i wont be the last one to ever suggest, you’re always butterflies and bullshit.

cold feet

sixteen months to ease the pain of finding out there was nothing gained but memories that weren’t so true and lessons meant to help me through. it’s hard to grasp who you really are and it’s useless to try and get that far. i know i’m wiser and well without you but you haunt my dreams and you rip at seams that break. leave me, ghost.

one year apart

why are the hiding parts of my mind writing stories about you still and manifesting them while i sleep, while i dream? we used to fuck to joy division. we used to play fools in love. if i could’ve wiped the cowering look off my face, i would’ve left when i read what you were covering for. you were wrong, and we we really? i don’t miss you at all, i think. but i miss something, maybe everything. i’m sure it’s nothing now. it’s nothing now.