when you am feeling glumdiddium, dark, or otherwise completely interwoven with grobwomble and cack

given all and lost lost lost, or something fucked beyond

when knock on door but home alone, when bury face in pillow and scream but wakey wakey and in church

laugh laughing at git but git is you, when cant remember last night but remember did something unfixable

then here, are your tunes

i woke up lying face down in the dirt

his whole kitchen was a room full of screens

ever since i was a little boy i always knew i wanted to be in an iron lung