flatsound

unnamed

don't call me at all

summer or spring

if you love me, come clean

my heart goes bum bum bum

nothing good comes from being gone

if we could just pretend

i exist i exist i exist

you are the coffin

ferris bueller

you said okay

when we met

you wrote dont forget

i'm nervous

learning to hate you as a self-defense

to see you alive

been thinking about you

sleep

lately i've been feeling tired of everyone i know;