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A Letter From A Fishing Cabin Lyrics by Max Tringham

The Big Infinite

2014

[Verse 1: Max Tringham]
But you’re perfection like the lobby at the Budapest
You say I’m always lying, but to be honest with you the truth is dead
Might lose my head when I get to abusing my medication
Thoughts getting heavy, my feet to the groove but they used to pacing
Man I’m sick of getting faded -chilling- letting the fumes dissipate
Rather be in my room watching the moon while the dissonance play
With spliff in my face, its been a few days
Since I was happy, but really sad is the same as happy just add in a bit more apathy
So I just count to three, man I’m floundering, I’ll get on my knees and pray for it
No matter which of us die today we head to the same ocean
Try to fix this, the blunt is typically twisted
M. Night Shamalan now my nights are somber, my dick limp
And I miss you, but I’d never admit it, I'd rather dismiss you
I’m inattentive and distant and it tend to eclipse what I give you
And I tried to sober but in the moment I need to cope with these issues
The torments enormous, so high that I’m dormant, mind in a prison
Leave me be, of course, now she needs me
But don’t wanna see me, and sure as shit don’t believe me when I speak
Create the beat, lament on it three weeks
Everything I see here is evil, only stars seem beautiful
The worlds seem farther but my father think that I’m human though
That’s the beautiful, followed by the usual
Another vulgarity reference to drugs or just an anecdote about abusing them
Is this just me finding clarity or is it crashed fuselage?
Kinda lost, fusing art with every new remark
I don’t even like to walk but I dream of walking on mars
View this dot from afar, I'm taking a shot in the dark
Find you and finally understand that we were fucked from the start
Signed-
Love
Max fucking Tringham
[Hook: Max Tringham]
At the big Brown House on Europa
Fishing black seas like the ones I see in your soul girl
But you a soldier
Just a stone’s throw away in this puddle of galaxies floating
I’ll see you one day when out orbits are closer
For now we can hold this, in gravity and know that
For now I just orbit
In the marmalade lazier days in a daze on europa
I’ll know then

About “A Letter From A Fishing Cabin” by Max Tringham

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"A Letter From A Fishing Cabin" appears on "The Big Infinite" in 2014.

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