Jelly Boi by Palette Knife

I wanna unlearn how to be alone. I wanna body to absorb the snacks when stoned. I wanna fight someone til my lipstick’s blood. I wanna margarita and a PBR. I want plot armor of the thinnest steel and an offscreen romance with the movie deal. I don’t have sex anymore. I don’t feel sad anymore. Don’t leave the house anymore. I have everything I need right here. You said you’re moving to the west coast and I know it sounds cliché but I simply admire the way that you get up and paint over the walls. You shed your surroundings like a russian doll. And I was talking to you thirteen or fourteen cities ago–You said you love a place where you don’t feel at home so I don’t date anymore. I don’t feel sad anymore. Don’t leave the house anymore. I have everything I need right here. I don’t feel sad anymore. I learned how to be alone. I wanna body to absorb the snacks when stoned. I wanna fight someone til my lipstick’s blood. I wanna margarita and a PBR. I want plot armor of the thinnest steel and an offscreen romance with the movie deal. Cause all I learned is that the only thing that changes during quarantine is the chemical makeup of my body as it relates to a ratio of water to yellowtail chardonnay. Sometimes I get paranoid on the floor my friends and family don’t like me anymore. Completely irrational but that would never stop me from disappearing three days at a time. I miss you dude, promise me you’ll show me L.A. soon. I don’t remember the things you’re into but tell me everything you’re into now and we can do that too.

• Alternative
• Punk
• emo
• indie punk
• indie rock
• midwest emo
• poppunk
• rock
• Columbus