Texty:
Bad Astronaut Acrophobe

Hello Lester this is Gregory finally my father before me nose is bleeding heart is barely beating surviving you in the den of iniquity now the sole heir

Even grey suits have their day all the promises they made all the bad words you can't say you signed up now fake it you signed up now make it you signed

If you miss the train i'm on you will know that I have gone and i'm 500 miles from my home a hundred miles a hundred miles a hundred miles a hundred

I know you'd really like to let them in to more than just your lifeless body you once called a chapel and i'm not here to make you feel like shit but

of the dial they stare at the sun and quickly lose sight I never wanted to be aimless I never wanted to be shameless and always I was acrophobic to wuthering