Soda Yoda from Infinite Hiatus by cool american

nothing inside my head is ever gonna get out. can’t connect my brain to my mouth. sleeping all day instead, or nervously pacing the house. check my phone what’s karla up to?

down again, stuck beneath the feeling when all the time i try to spend doing what i love doesn’t feel the way it should of.

hum of the sewing machine, she’s stitching a masterpiece and i’m watching soccer on some shit stream. rip off a riff from rod, and get my mind into gear. maybe i’ll get a bit more blog hype this year

down again, trying hard to understand that all the time i try to spend doing what i love won’t always feel the way it should of

i could be a perfect man, sticking to the plan, doing what i can. won’t remember a thing i could miss, just some forgotten dream. but you don’t need to hear that from me

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