ivan

low-fi vibes?

wilted flower ☁

love letter </3

inspired by bill withers.
learn how to live for yourself
the second person will come after. 
to a rose that never had color,
you will always be beautiful to me.
may this be your black and white rose.

b&w rose.

here’s my short rendition of sweater weather.

though it rains and drops weigh more than you do,
remember to enjoy it,
because without rain,
there would be no sunlight.
- ivan.

sweater weather's interlude.

releasing this spontaneously to ease my heart. 

if you ever need someone to talk to please DM me.

heartbreak is serious and i want this song to be a way to cope with it.

much love,

ivan.

hrtbrkn

lyrics

everyday time fades away
into the sky my butterflies keep
me insane my lungs provide the
air to breathe you in my life

i know that love tends to shiver
i hope, you stay warm in the winter

so let me love you hold you in the
way you were caressed outline your
skin with my lips, kiss you like this
i don’t see what’s wrong with a little bliss.
bliss...

beautiful after all of the guys
that made you feel some pain i know
you’ve been through hell and since we 
met i’ve been in love with you...

i know that love tends to shiver
i hope, you stay warm in the winter

so let me love you hold you in the
way you were caressed outline your
skin with my lips, kiss you like this
i don’t see what’s wrong with a little bliss.
bliss...

i know that love tends to shiver
i hope, you stay warm in the winter

bliss.

itunes<3

somebody else's

look it’s me,
i’m a man that’s still a boy,
my beards growing thicker,
but i still play gameboy,
and with some color.
i mean this life is like no other,
playing pokemon,
with my socks on,
and my sandals losing eachother.

i make music,
for the culture,
i mean, it’s the lack of culture,
that inspires me to proceed,
i’m sitting pretty, 
while my grandma’s knitting,
and i’m writing feelings,
it’s the same old me.

what’s the point of thinking bout the past,
i’m present bearing presents,
in my presence you won’t last,
you see it’s love that makes war.
like our women making babies boom,
get a room,
talk about some christmas issues,
maybe really soon.
but not now,
cause lately i’ve been blowin up,
the feelings nuclear between the pillars
that i’ve been holding up,
losing track of time, while i switch lines,
into shorter ones.
i’m switching lanes,
i don’t have a car,
but i might own one.
or maybe two, 
counting three
of these women in my dreams.
they’ve been tearing up my heart back since i was thirteen,
or maybe back when i was 7,
bought roses for these girls,
that threw them out, 
wait i was 11, 
when my heart was broken first, 
and i didn’t know what was said then.
that love was just an obstacle of trust just tryna set in,
and the fundamental intuition of life is where it sets in.
that self love is needed just to feel the feelings bled in.
right? 
just to feel the feelings bled in.

i just wanna say thanks,
for every time i ever cried,
for every time that i felt for you,
and your dirty ocean eyes.
hey thanks,
hey thanks,
for every lie you ever told me,
i hope you live a life, where you think about the old me,
or the new me, 
no more blue me,
maybe red me? 
color me violet,
i’ll live a life that reads between the lines and not outside it.

hey,
thanks.
thnx.
ivan.

thnx.

a second. (live Interlude)

feat. @shiloh-dynasty

thanks <3
pre-save: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/tys/ds97

Tys - it's so unfair (feat. shiloh dynasty)

philophobia’s coaster

no sleep.

love letter pt. 1

lost the love.

wilted flower

For You

all these letters never sent?
and all these voicemails that i left you,
never sent?
and now you posting all your happiness on instagram while i was sitting crying for 6 months without a hand.
“i’m sorry love,
that i don’t have all of the strength to give you hugs.
and how you cried over facetime wasn’t enough.
see it was god who told me that you weren’t the one.”

i was one who,
helped you love.
and gave you strength,
to show you trust.
and i admit,
yeah i fucked up.
but there’s a difference between loving me & lust.

i kept on 
loving you wrong,
and so i’ve written song after song.
just to reach out,
and let you remember that i’ve been your rebound since last year’s december.

when the snow fell harder than it looked,
my lips kept on cracking,
my songs had no hooks.
i stayed in my bed,
had no love for my books.
& i gave up on school,
all the time that it took,
to remember you.
and all the little memories that made me smile,
they went and faded blue.
or maybe black when it was back to how i’d see it through.
just me and you.
on facetime just me and you.
the distance blinded me so i just couldn’t feel it through.

hrtbrkn pt. 2

escape ivan