Crash : Cover of a song by Jess Ross

My friend wrote this song and I loved it so much I recorded my own version of it. I'd say it's the best cover I've ever recorded. Simplicity proved rewarding. Just click that link and enjoy a free download yeah?

Chris Eff - Crash (Jess Ross Cover).mp3 http://ow.ly/d/9E



Lyrics:
Piled by the door
one layer after another
scarves on top of mittens
and shit I think i'm smitten
by your quirky grin
and the way the snow is melting
off your skin, off your skin
Off your skin, off your skin

I am almost floored
By the way my heart is dancing
circles in my rib cage
and blame my damn coloured face
for giving me away
but thank God that it is burning
through all my fears, all my fears
all my fears, all my fears

Can I crash in your bed
Will you warm my feet
Will you hold my hand inside of yours?
Could you sing me to sleep
Your body's warm
My heart is weaker than I ever thought

We might barely make the rent
We might be poor but we'd be happy
Loose change would be for guitar strings
Money made would go towards the heat
that would keep our bodies warm
in the dark and colder months we'd
be sleeping in, sleeping in
sleeping in, sleeping in

LifeTips : How to be selfless.

Birthdays on Twitter : Such a lovely thing.

I love my cat but he's an idiot.

Truth be told..

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Some photos from the hangout today.

Some more photos on my dailybooth.

Your Green Eyes

babygirl, hows that bedroom we christened                                      

and that boy that you don't really love

all he wants is those curves of your body

all he don't is all of the above

steady income is the prize that youre winnin

for a sleep that youre losin at night

wonderin if there's somethin you're missin

i cant stand to sit and watch you go blind

had a dream you were sucking on icecubes

smilin at me cross the table we built

sun was shinin, the wind swept your pigtails

and your green eyes, they shone, just for me

been awhile since your smile meant somethin

now a courtesy to those you call friends

while youre peelin the label off your bottle

much too sober to think theres no end

to the misery loves company theory

your brand of misery is nothing like this

loverboy leaves the room and you call me

say you're missin the way that i kiss

but these games never come to fruition

at the end of the night i'm alone

and youve got some boys dick in your mouth

while i sit here and stare at my phone