used to always want to sleep used to want to leave and i barely found the way through the darkness and the trees there were thoughts attacking me i saw the some come in new orleans through the window n the front we just smoked and watched it come being lazy with the gray light in the back room where we could talk and all but we were burnt we got our wards back with the morning and we ll say anything we want though we don t know what we don t know about having time away i know you miss things everyday certainn things made you feel safe and i had mine saving me how fleeting they came to be certian things made me feel needed
['emo', 'melodic hardcore', 'orgcore', 'punk', 'skate punk']