a song based on one of my earliest and sort of depressing memories. i was gonna write it out here but i actually don’t rly feel like it.

it’s not my favorite song ever but it’s the only thing i’ve actually written/recorded in over a year so here it is. it was recorded in june

there is no end to write
none of these words are my own anyway
they belong to something else
don’t you let them preach to you, don’t you let them stay

anything can happen, right? there is no end tonight
no one’s hearing anything at all
there was nobody in the hall that night if nobody saw them

dumping out the pot of gold
for nasty habits, for the wrong ones
follow all the rules you’re told
i told them that i heard somebody, no one seemed to care
the next day all the coins were gone
vanished into the air

i wish she still went to meetings
i wish he would love himself
i hope she’s content with life and i hope they both ask for help
i hope he found my email nice
i hope so many things
wish he would love himself and she still went to meetings