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I was scrolling through our texts last night
Through all our messed up fights, and all our sweet “good nights”
All the “I need ya’s” all the “I need sex tonights”
All our grievances where neither of us sees alike, I’m always right
I guess we even but I’m steaming inside
Even a fight with my demons couldn’t release me from pride
I wish I could squeeze you keep you right by my side
Instead I’ll try and believe you’ll find a decenter guy
I never dreamed you’d leave in summer
I thought you would go then come back home
I kept every promise, nodded along to your beat tape
I said everything honest, but you lockefd up like a briefcase
I was your alcohol but you were my freebase
When I think about it all I get nauseous and green faced
Please don’t think the worst of me
It’s history and her story
Misery turns love to murder in the first degree
I wanna curse ya
Spit hurtful words at ya
But I know that shit’ll only quickly bring the hearse to me!
Obvious stevie interpolation, I made everything else in garageband and recorded on iwatch in my car
Seems a little quiet over here
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