“Didn’t mean to make you cry. Sometimes I wish I had never been born at all.”
We were so in love, now I can’t remember your name. I was doing my best to erase you, I was Hoping that you’d do the same.
24 years and I can’t get it right. What’s keeps me up at night? Is it a scare? Where is the fright? It’s bleeding through the curtains like morning sun light. All night. All night.
Don’t put my face on a TV screen. Keep to yourself. You know what I mean? Trying so hard. So hard to be seen. Kid, you’re a joke. You’re not a queen.
When I was 19, I’d been playing drums for barely a year and couldn’t do a damn thing behind the kit. This kid is 19 and killing it (and making it look easy). It’s inspiring and defeating at the same time.
I was laying back trying to save face while he was swooping in trying to take my place. I’ve always had one foot in and one foot out. Even though she’s the one they’ve all been talking about.
Mac Miller x Internet Prod. Pharrell - Objects In The Mirror
Fever
Love is few and far between. Impermanence, like a flash on the screen. A momentary gleam. Primal scream. Serenity, never to be expressed or seen. What do you mean? What do I mean?
LA Woman
Hey, happy birthday. I hope you have fun in LA. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. I’m sure you have found somewhere nice to stay. I play that one long night, we took a bus ride singing and a drinking and a dancing in the moonlight, that throught rolls through my head like waves. come and play.But you’ve been always taken since then I’ve been pacing, thinking bout the mistake i had made. It always seems to work out this way. So won’t you come out and play? I was hoping that you’d see me. I still have a lot to say. That dress, I confess. i was a mess. Getting Down to the roots when a question wasn’t present and you know you have leg for days. You were sweetest and the nicest and by far most interesting. I would never do a thing to keep you from being happy.
Rainy Day Balcony
You’re like a gargoyle on a rooftop. You sit and pray for raindrops. You think it’ll clean the mess that you had left that turned you into stone. The sea kept me moving so we never had reunions. I couldn’t keep you from being alone. Now I’m still riding, not content but still deciding on where I want to go.
