Track Eight Lyrics & Chords By The Greek Favourites

Touching warm dog shit through the holes of a plastic bag. Looking over my shoulder as the mailboxes turn into people. There are no people around. Goddamn right I'll miss this place,...read more

we're busy touching till we're dizzy stupid. i am a puppy. a balloon and a happy accident. missed she teaching me myths mistold. hold me here dearest and turn me golden. and i...read more

If you insist on pictures of shorelines then i insist on pages of your lines meant for me, to be sent to me. remember watching the storms from the lifeguard stand remember the...read more

I didn't think I would make it, thought everybody was against me all those conquered eyes and Christmases alone. I never gave an honest answer But I need a lot of angry...read more

How much time is too much time? When my island eyes fall right in stride I can't make peace with what works I just grow tired of digging up dirt But you are the space between...read more