​"Hey, my name is Steven Leal. I’m 23 years old, and live somewhere in Southern California (I’m kind of always on the move). Music is my life, I’ve written and played since I was around 10. It’s my reason to wake up every morning, and the thing that keeps me going. When my lyrics don’t quite feel like lyrics, I just let them be their own thing. They turn into very sloppy, little poems."

​Instagram: @​ayeitsflash

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Cereal Box

Climb up on the countertops
It’s the only place we can be alone
Clown around, then fall down
From heights never flown
Pass the box across the tile
Reach in and grab some more
Haven’t felt this way in a while
​ Bent your ear, and now I’m torn

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Readhead

I bet in the carpet there’s about a billion hairs
But I could pick out yours from every one of theirs
It’s brighter, it’s kinky, and it glows in the sunlight
Kind of like you, but you are your own light

How I wish I was smooth, not goofy and lame
Maybe then you and I, we’d see things the same
​ I never had the guts to begin or to start it
So I’ll just stay mesmerized by the hair in my carpet

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He Did This

He took clay from down deep
to mold you strong as the earth
And although you do not know it,
I’ll say it for what it’s worth

He mimicked wild rivers,
and the wind within your hair
And although I try hard not to,
I can’t help myself but stare

You see he made you an angel
He made you so divine
But one thing he did not make you
Well,
​He did not make you mine