YWTLFOMRIG
(YOU WANTED TO LISTEN FROM OUTSIDE MY ROOM I GUESS)
COLLABORATIONS BY: PHAINOPEPLA, KNOWN TO COLLAPSE, SUN KIN, NICK BLOSSOM, FIELDRESS, SUCKER CRUSH, GEOFF SABA.
MIXED AND PRODUCED BY PHIL DI LEO AND GEOFF SABA AT ITINERANT HOME RECORDING.
MASTERED BY TW WALSH.

SPECIAL THANKS TO: MY PARENTS AND FAMILY, JAKE MORRIS, KEVIN THOMAS, KABIR KUMAR, HONOR MONACO, MARISSA DEITZ, NICK BLOSSOM, SASHA REYNOLDS, GINGER FIERSTEIN, DAWSON TIMPANY, SONG-A-WEEKERS, YOSEMITE NATIONAL PARK, & EVERYONE OUTSIDE MY ROOM.
ENTFP
I’m done thinking
It’s time to start feeling
Myers-Briggs told me I have changed
But in a second I’m fine again
Looks like I made myself a friend
Some things stay the same
No it’s not worthy of me
and it will never see the light of day
At least not outside the bedroom
I’ve been getting unlucky with my self
So place me back up on the shelve
I keep stealing lines these line from my own songs
I will walk that line
To prove that I’m
Worthy of both words
Split between
2 versions of me
2 versions of me
Your belts too tight
But too lose’s not fine
We can afford this
Drink up your alphabet soup
We’re done feeling
it’s time to start thinking
It felt like my brain stole my heart
Living Under Bridges
The Living Underprivileged
Have no letters of their own
We’ve got a problem here
Not just here but everywhere
When they’re made to call this street their home
pre-winter funds we raised
one way or another down the drain
Somethings are meant to be changed
I will walk that line
To prove that I’m
Worthy of both words
Split between
2 versions of me
Your belts too tight
But too lose’s not fine
We can afford this
Drink up your alphabet soup
YWTLFOMRIG
You wanted to listen from outside my room I guess
A single Roman candle on the mantel
above a roaring fireplace
wondering should I save her
My life fader
Is a wandering mess
Victims of my playing
I’m sustaining with
Wide ears under doors
You better run, run
Oo you better run run
Oo this golden sun golden sun
Is not natural
I love the way you hang the art
The paint goes rogue drips down canvas
Those flames awoke a great smoke
You wanted to follow suit
(No) I can’t allow this
I know the very best people
Their ears are thirsty for stories
I can’t help but feel so warm
When I’m walking with you
I can’t help but feel so warm
When I’m out walking with you
I present an avoidable story
Deafening ears for why I warn (for when I learn)
Feel like I should help but they’re still
Running from you
And you can’t find a reason why
When you’re not searching for
What you know is
the correct answer
KEYS FOR HAMMERS
There’s music in my blood
There is some in everyone
Circle in perfect fit
So I ask you
What’s your move?
Trading keys for hammers
Trading hammers for keys
Where’s my blood going to take me?
Where’s your blood gonna take you?
Music in blood
There is some in everyone
Black n brown
colors sit
So I ask you
What’s your move?
Where’s my blood going to take me?
Where’s my gonna take you?
YOU SET OUT
Give in to this ghost
Prepare to forget but remember how you got there
Leave your eyes closed when the fog is dropping
But the nose was always pointing
Towards the cloud of unknowing
Rowing through ephemeral sensing
And you set out to retrieve it
Sitting down in impossible standing places
Yet the cafeteria remained complacent
I’m dark grey
I’m textured space
I’m cooked to taste
With the doors wide open
DID YOU REALLY THINK?
First time stealing
First time lying consciously
Standing ovation
For what you ask?
No no I’ll tell you when I’m older
You drove me from our home
Did you really think I wasn’t coming for you?
I won’t hold this up
Said the sacred Jurassic scripture
Do you really want to torture me
Or my music?
If I were you would I have done the same thing?
FUGUE STATE
I’ve wasted so much time
But I’m done wasting so much time
Saturday morning
Finally wake up
Get out of bed
Sit down on the floor
Empty out that half full head
Why do you say stupid shit to fill the time?
My heart felt this
something hurt them
Saturday mournings keep me in my place
Running errands just to leave this space
Buying something to feel rich
An apocalypse should’ve cost less
Hearing a high pitched warning sign
Umbilical cords pouring out my ears
Waiting in line at the apple store
selling my style through a security lens
I’m in a fugue state
I’m in a fugue state
Here in California trapped in 2016
She put her body on the line for that man
and just sat there ike sweat wasn’t pouring down her spine
She put her body next to mine and we clasped hands
We built brick walls around us to surround us
Gonna stand up straight
Gonna lean this way
gonna go outside
gotta learn to die
Live under the gun
Held up my kid
And shouted a name that wasn’t their own
I’m in a fugue state
In a hued state
How’s this so normal?
We were formerly formal
Blurring this line is obscene
He put his body on the line for that man
Thats bold when your final weapon is your
Minds in bodies trapped in time
And we just sat there.
Don’t feel sad when they’re coming for you
You’ve got a light on your head
And a mouth full of silence
You say you don’t want to die today
At least not on this hill
Could you come out to play tomorrow?
We’ll close all the streets
A rest? No that’s a problem
To a sergeant standing still
You’ve got a fight on your plate
You’ve made a wandering mistake
Let me stand next to you
Let me stand next to you
Let me stand next to you
THIS ALL ACCOUNTS TO HARDLY ANY INFORMATION
NOTHING TO FEEL BAD ABOUT
Streaming the launch speaks like the radio
Anticipating where the sound will be
It’s not worth stressing over
But for what it’s worth
It’s worth getting right
WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE MORE THINGS TO SAY? (repeat forever)