Often from Kinda Sad by Rutherford Hill

My heart jumps at the sound each time that you hit ground, as often as it is
but one of these days, you're bound to break and when you do I won't be able to fix you

and I won't want to

And the temperatures of space can't compare to the ones of your face; you're always going hot to cold
how about you lie down? take a nap.
you might just find that you can actually relax,
although you claim that it's impossible.

I have written this song before. Same old sad words and two chords.

This city hasn't done a thing for me; I'm not smarter I haven't learned anything besides how to miss my mom
I'm like the filth surrounding me, begging for change but you pricks won't give it to me. You won't do anything for me.

• Acoustic
• Punk
• folk
• honest
• pop
• sad
• Hershey