···•…◊…•··· Lyrics & Chords By Fenn Macon

So when did cigarettes start cluttering your hands? I ponder this some nights alone when I undress. And what do you do with those boys I see you with, or better yet, what would I do if...read more

I've been wasting this fucking year on the idea of getting up and moving on, but I wait around, just emptying bottles in the basement of the slovak center on my side of town. it's a...read more

play vera lynn at my funeral, though I don't think we will meet again. I'm not morbid. I'm just forgetful and I think it'd be a funny way to end. But I can wait to get there. I know...read more

I saw you standing there and well I, well I, I can't be trusted. I'm lost without a reason. But I think I could love you if only you would stop staring at me when the sentences I make...read more

Full speed to a future of self-medication and poor understanding of everything you wasted four years in learning (the future the future, the airs fucking burning). And sleep, I can't...read more