Norma Jean 1994Watch at the source

There’s no other story but this. It’s always something. The hand forcing sticks into its spokes. Sleeping for a day or sleep for 5 minutes but only for a day or two if you’re lucky. See, I sold my board for $20 cause I didn't want to break my arm save the strings. And now it’s like, angry songs make me feel worse. Happy songs make me feel like a liar. I’m a 90s kid. I’m from the sounds of hollow walls and steep secondhand steps. From below the stairs. Hovering above the brick stages. Plastic sheets don’t keep out the cold. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. I swear to God it hurts. If it comes worse for worse. I got a million in the stack and always one in the cavity. I think I’m witnessing the end of the world and I like it.