1912 Stockholm Olympics (Explicit)

1912 Stockholm Olympics
Cold little stones
Wow what the **** is that
Grinding my heart to gravel
Wearing thin
I'm constantly seeking and searching for something
Freedom
I'll notice
I'll never notice whether words are worth my time or focus
Freedoms fasten down
Falling
Fragmented mind
These days you're so tightly wound
I wonder if I'd notice
You keep a leash and drag me around
To others
I think all songs of mine are written from a place of love
Short of breath inattentive
For someone or something
Standing on the platform of the Evan's house
Comfort kills the passion of the heart
At least the ones that are resonating the most
Restless in your rest
I can pretend to know how to take care of myself
I think that's what I'm trying to find refuge in
The rain keeps making the ink blur
It's weird now
It's been hard to write or even feel anything
I'm always more present towards the end of things
Because it seems like love is so absent
You have a narrow view
It's cool hearing the thunder
Although it's not
Clinging to the Earth
It's hard to feel like I'm growing
Quivering in your sheets
Or in a different place
There's a ******* mosquito in my face ****
With my songwriting or just performing
Hanging on your ever word rustling like the leaves
Scaring the **** out of me
The urge of passion seems so distant
Fall in love wither without you and where are we now
Get out of my ******* face
Even though the want is so strong
Watching fantastic fungi
I can't help but feel like somewhat a part of me has vanished
It's funny because
There must be a different approach
I've been feeling very lonely and anxious these last couple days
Same place something has to change
I know everything is connected
But that really did a great job at explaining
All anew far away from you
And I need to meet new people and travel
The science of it all and the connectedness
That's definitely when I'm most inspired
It's gotta go someway
It made me feel more present today
And it's fine I'm okay
There's hope in pain
I don't feel so attracted and attached to things
You learn to find your way
It's more or less they hide your pain
Down in the distance
What the ****
Well heaven's waiting and I have no weight
As I usually do
We live in a s- we live a small life in Denmark
It's always fleeting it's always fleeting unless
I can't believe that you don't want to see me
Very dull very cold very isolated
You fixate on it
Focus on the small things
When you don't have access to the bigger things
Doing a lot of reflecting
Devoid of someone's face standing in my place
We've always been the type to fixate on things
I don't know my own heart or what it wants
To sum it up
We have to let ourselves get lost
Fusing modernist shapes and forms
How many times you get the feeling
With traditional handcrafted hahaha
The hatred coursing
Poison in your veins
It's everyday things
That's what I need to understand
Eames chairs Eames chairs
You kill the memory
Day one of journaling everyday
When it's moving at this pace you shake
And the time doesn't pass when it's overcast
I think I've been in a decent flow as of late
When all the kids are out and still so young
Forgot the wind longs to play with your hair
Without a doubt alive and with hills to run
Not so much in a crazy frenzy way
But just allowing myself to go with the flow
Cast off your cares
Shadows
This is some dumb ****