cameron boucher

Blonde Hair, Black Lungs
  • Blonde Hair, Black Lungs
  • Sorority Noise
  • Forgettable

So I drove home,
at a hundred miles an hour,
just to see what it feels like to fly.
I crashed my car,
into someone else’s backyard,
just to see what it feels like to die.

- Sorority Noise, Blonde Hair, Black Lungs.


Still Shrill
  • Still Shrill
  • Sorority Noise
  • Young Luck

I thought I’d grow out my hair 
to see if you noticed, 
and I’d start dressing nice 
to make you believe that I’m alright. 
I’d start playing sports 
to be more like my brother 
and my dad might be proud for once in his life. 

Or maybe I’ll drink myself to sleep 
because that’s what I’m used to, 
and when I wake up 
I’ll feel brand new. 

I’ll start tanning my skin 
to feel more like my mother, 
because I am a ghost in size small clothes 
and I guess I could use some color. 
Maybe I’ll smile, just like my ex-girlfriends. 
Because they can feel love, 
but I can feel anything. 

So I thought I’d write you this song 
so you could get noticed. 
You could sing it along with your friends, 
in the back of their Mercedes-Benz 

and me and my Volvo will be fine, 
and maybe i’ll close my eyes to feel more like myself.

Modern Baseball. Marlin Room at Webster Hall. NY, NY. 6/5/14.