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So... "Songs To Break Up To" is dropping next month.

In the lead up to the EP i thought i'd drop this edit "We Were In Love"
Art by samueljohnsondesign.com

Jhene Aiko Comfort Inn-spiration.

"Songs To Break Up To" will feature 8 new songs. 
Features include Atu & Thandiwe Phoenix.
Out on HW&W & Sunday Records. 
Digital & Vinyl. 

Stay tuned. 

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We Were In Love

Sadie

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Half Past Three

saturday dec 14 2013

bubble boy, an insignificant cell on a strangers body. a nobody, with no purpose, but i’ll still find a way to draw parallels to who looks better with their shirt off. now it feels like the world is spinning too quickly and sometimes i just can’t fucking believe that i’m here right now. please, i’m begging you to compare me to someone else. spit in my mouth,  then on my chest. let me taste you so when you’re gone i’ll know exactly what i’m missing. it’s 1am and i want to be apart of you in ways you’ll only bring up when you talk shit on me years later. until then i’ll kiss your stretch marks, and you’ll run your fingers across old scars, and together we’ll repeat 'i love you' until the mirror breaks.

the root of my problems doesn’t have a root at all. it isn’t a string or trail of bread crumbs i can follow back to a single moment. it isn’t a suppressed thought, it’s a voice that convinces me my thoughts are worth suppressing in the first place.

we'll repeat 'i love you' until the mirror breaks

don’t hold your tongue
i know we’re done
i’m not an idiot
there’s no coming back
from where we’ve been
and who we’ve been with
but these are not the people
we thought that we would touch
and i’m scared that if i see you
i’ll start missing you too much

i know i felt like home
a year ago
when this was new
we’ll learn who we are
when we drift apart
when we drift
but when did we become so old
tomorrow i turn twenty four
and i’m still chasing the dreams
we had in high school

now we’re clinging onto objects
that someone else had touched
in hopes that we still smell them
in the fabric and the dust
i took the book you wrote me
and i tore it into shreds
but i still keep it in a shoe box
in a space next to my bed
i want to hold you until i’m empty
and i’ve got nothing left
so when you let me go
could you do it slow

and i’m sorry that i went away
i just needed some time to make
the pain into something
you can hold

july 8th, 2014

Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah

you're a mess in public

you wrote "don't forget" on your arm

Leonie -- Frankie Cosmos

paint.

lyrics: you used to come up for air through a sea of other people, just hoping they don't notice that you are leaving again. you're leaving again. and i can't believe it's true, there are people like you. with the same heart, and the same marks on our bodies.

did everything feel beautiful when you let go of the idea of being anything at all? and you can't believe it's true, there are people like you. when i held you in my bathroom – i felt new.

you had a panic attack in my bathroom

lyrics: you came here on a plane, through the clouds and over water, just to make sure we were close. when did clothes become so uncomfortable? so we’ll take them off, and i’ll let go of everything that i had lost in a single night.
i still dream of a home where we both chose where the things go. you’re hanging a clock on the wall, and i hear it’s tone when it strikes noon. cuckoo.
we’re lying in a bed with the sheets over the windows, and the daylight was gone when you said that you loved me more than you knew. cuckoo.

a house with an old cuckoo clock

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i record songs and write poems and i really hope you're having a good day.