cold hands from crow's nest by lemon bread

i don’t wanna go to college
i don’t wanna go to work
i can’t see five feet in front of me
my eyes are all clouded from the smoke

i don’t wanna be awake
i just want to be a ghost
i can’t speak to u through the sprawling
pages in ur favorite little book

and i fall to pieces when you
look my direction and i
wish i could ask you how you
do all ur makeup and i
cant stop but feel like i
should almost say something
every time you text me but i
choke on my words and dont cough them out

i wanna cut my hair so i look more pretty
i wanna go out in my favorite clothes
i wanna wake up with a perfect body
i wanna do my eyeliner just like yours

but nobody knows how i feel about me
and im too scared to leave my bedroom
so i don’t have anywhere to go
and i don’t want anyone but you

so i fall to pieces when you
look my direction and i
wish we could talk about ur
favorite records and i
cant stop that feeling like i
could almost say something
when our eyes lock but i
just stutter and stare back at the floor

• Alternative
• Los Angeles