Max Tringham - A Letter From A Fishing Cabin lyrics

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Max Tringham - A Letter From A Fishing Cabin lyrics

[Verse 1: Max Tringham] But you're perfection like the lobby at the Budapest You say I'm always lying, but to be honest with you the truth is dead Might lose my head when I get to abusing my medication Thoughts getting heavy, my feet to the groove but they used to pacing Man I'm sick of getting faded -chilling- letting the fumes dissipate Rather be in my room watching the moon while the dissonance play With spliff in my face, its been a few days Since I was happy, but really sad is the same as happy just add in a bit more apathy So I just count to three, man I'm floundering, I'll get on my knees and pray for it No matter which of us die today we head to the same ocean Try to fix this, the blunt is typically twisted M. Night Shamalan now my nights are somber, my dick limp And I miss you, but I'd never admit it, I'd rather dismiss you I'm inattentive and distant and it tend to eclipse what I give you And I tried to sober but in the moment I need to cope with these issues The torments enormous, so high that I'm dormant, mind in a prison Leave me be, of course, now she needs me But don't wanna see me, and sure as sh** don't believe me when I speak Create the beat, lament on it three weeks Everything I see here is evil, only stars seem beautiful The worlds seem farther but my father think that I'm human though That's the beautiful, followed by the usual Another vulgarity reference to d** or just an anecdote about abusing them Is this just me finding clarity or is it crashed fuselage? Kinda lost, fusing art with every new remark I don't even like to walk but I dream of walking on mars View this dot from afar, I'm taking a shot in the dark Find you and finally understand that we were f**ed from the start Signed- Love Max f**ing Tringham [Hook: Max Tringham] At the big Brown House on Europa Fishing black seas like the ones I see in your soul girl But you a soldier Just a stone's throw away in this puddle of galaxies floating I'll see you one day when out orbits are closer For now we can hold this, in gravity and know that For now I just orbit In the marmalade lazier days in a daze on europa I'll know then