Deaf Mute

The Past Is Dead Lets Forget What Was Said

lettherebesongs:

Supergrass | Moving

There’s a mow, low feeling around me
And a stone cold feeling inside
I’ve got to find somebody to help me
I keep you in mind

This Reminds Me Of Ninth Grade Year When Had A Pink iPod Mini.

Sobe-Loks And DonTrashy Before We Found That East Coast Steelo.

Sobe-Loks And DonTrashy Before We Found That East Coast Steelo.

Yesterday, I fought the moon and lost
But I’m lunar now, so we got to get out
And today, I made a better version of a good diversion
More to keep us mergin’
And get ahead of the new crowd
The new blood
The new guns
The young sons
You say you got a better plan
Well I’d love to hear it for the first time
If great minds think alike,
Then where the hell is the fight?
It’s found under our shirts
We’re bound to find our hands in this mess
Just leave it an open-ended question
Division, I’m missin’ the whole point
We set these houses on fire
No dealin’ with our trials
Our secrets keep us admired
And with our hands in the dirt
Our bodies call us liars
Division, communism, I’m missin’ the whole point