Really Lame

by Farseek

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recorded in my bedroom one afternoon

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released October 15, 2014

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Farseek Columbus, Ohio

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Track Name: Too Weird
I think I'm too weird to be your friend. I think we're too weird to be friends. I don't think you get my art. I don't think you really care. I think you'd rather talk about something smart. I think you'd rather you and I be apart. I think I'm too weird to be your friend. Sorry my anxiety never seems to end. You're just not as fun as me when you're drunk and that's okay.
Track Name: Fifteen Months
I wanna be everywhere I'm not. In fifteen months it won't matter at all. It's out of my hands, it's out of my reach. My opinion on my own life holds no value at all. Life moves i nseasons. These past few seasons have been the root of my pain. Why the fuck would you know what's best for me? You're the root of my pain and misery. Why the fuck would you know what's best for me?
Track Name: New Shoes
I miss when my pants were still black. I was two forties deep. The bleach hit my pants. I drank too much. Summer is gone. Two more 'til I'm stressed. Maybe I'll make it to Texas if I'm blessed. Two months 'til New York City. Plane rides are so fucking shitty. New shoes with no holes to show my feet. No more walking bare in the street. No more glass cutting through my soles. No more glass in my soul. I think you're so pretty. Why am I so shitty?
Track Name: Bicycle
It's nice outside. I road outside on my bicycle; passed pretty trees. Wondering if you're think 'bout me. Hold nothing close. Lost in the trees. Everyone is carried away by the sea breeze. Buried in the sand, all I've lost and all I've found. If I never told you, would you have known that I am feeling so god damn alone?