flatsound

i exist i exist i exist

by your side

a dream

you wrote 'don't forget' on your arm

If we could just pretend

my heart goes bum bum bum

if you love me, come clean

don't call me at all

a glimpse of heaven, or wherever you are

you are the coffin

learning to hate you as a self defense mechanism

learning to warm cold hands

we haven't spoken in years, but knowing you felt like a dream

i hope you're okay

we could live near the beach

sleep

it's sunday, april 19th and i miss you

destroy you

to see you alive

summer or spring

lately i've been feeling tired of everyone i know

in the absence of everything, i promise to keep you warm

it's thursday, january 12th and this is the last time i'll talk about drowning

they'll like me when i'm sick

you wanted to look for help, i wanted to sit and wait to be rescued

scotland, i wish you had stayed

waking up early to leave this place

i'm broken but i'll try

i was happier with you

you said okay

we're fighting again

this feels like the beginning

hands

you were a home that i wanted to grow up in

i guess it could be looked at as an escape, or a chance to start over

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nothing good comes from being gone

you're a mess in public

counting sheep

a warehouse on the river

fading

somewhere in the distance, somewhere toward the mountains

nov 13 (do you believe in love)

good morning answering machine baby

you wrote "don't forget" on your arm

interlude

someone who will talk about anything

you're an artifact

i'll be anything

even the stars can be hollow