Broke the promise you should not have made
Monthly Archives: September 2021
Mum, where am I now?
I’ll clean it up myself I guess
I’m in love with a boy I know
If you were mine
I hope you never change
Oh darling do you think of me sometimes?
How much of our lives are performative?
I get tired of being Beatle Jeff, talking to the deaf
Market your brand; that’s part of what being an artist is, sadly
