crush from die alone by sandcastles.

crush it til you’re chillin in a casket


qt moody judy fallin into despair,

can’t control anything, not even my hair,

try to keep it positive, but nobody cares,

wonder if my future will ever be there.

sick of leavin work for these panic attacks,

wondering if i’ll ever hear my vocals on wax

i should call it quits and just try to relax

but i literally don’t know how to stop writing tracks

plus it’s my outlet, so i guess i’m gonna have to keep pushin and crush


i feel crazy when i’m beefin with my best friend

and when i worry about my ex-girlfriend

sometimes i swear my life is in a whirlwind,

and though i spiral, i will never stop crushing shit.

• Pop
• bourbon
• genderqueer
• pills
• south carolina
• synth
• Columbia