Harshit Khemani

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Sunshine

Baby I don't know if you 

Feel the way that I do

Maybe that's for the best

'Cus I've been clinging onto

The last tethers of my sanity

Maybe it would break

And it's no artificial needs

I'm not trying to please

I'm just an energetic little

Unpoetic little 

Diegetic little freak

Baby I don't know how to 

Tell you what I've been thinking 

While dreaming about you in my sleep

(I could) almost feel you

I could almost touch you

But you're just barely out of reach

And it's no artificial needs

That I'm not trying to please

I'm just an energetic little

Unpoetic little 

Diegetic little freak

I'm just a energetic little 

Unpoetic little

Diegetic little freak

And it's not artificial needs 

I'm not trying to please

I'm just a energetic little 

Unpoetic little

Diegetic little freak

I met a traveller from an antique land,

Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal, these words appear:

My name is Wilbur Soot, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Clipped from Netflix

Wasn't Just Enough

Pull me an open door,

and then go, and slam it on me.

Kiss my hand in the open sand,

till you with him is all I see.

tell them how you just fucking hate me,

and all the memories are just hazy.

Put my all for you,

gave my all to you.

But I guess you just fucking lost me,

and I hope the next one keeps you happy.

Gave my all to you,

but it wasn't just enough.

and then go and slam it on me.

Show me a fantasy,

of how it's just you and me.

Then take it all and throw it out one by one,

by just breaking up with me on a Sunday,

put my all for you,

gave my all to you.

And then you go and flirt with him all Friday,

like everything was just all okay.

Gave my all to you,

but it wasn't just enough,

but it wasn't just enough,

but it wasn't just enough for you.

Ghostbur :c

zamn

Check out IDBA (they're underrated): https://open.spotify.com/artist/5MEHpKN5JqPTAAk9ZQ2ejH?si=xHfdmaYqS22nWknknrUj3g

The original was supposed to be of around 6+ minutes :o