you wrote "don't forget" on your arm

Instrumental & Vocals produced, composed, performed & written 
by Lewis Addison Rudd

Missing you

there are reasons that i can't stay 
i counted them all myself 
but i will always keep awake 
searching for how it felt 
because all i want is to find myself in anyone 
and i wonder if it'll ever come 
as easy as us giving up 

if this could stop 
i don't think i'd want it to 
i built my life around watching everything you do 
it still feels like you can hear me when i talk to you 
you just don't respond 

and all i want is to find myself in anyone 
and i wonder if you're having fun 
i wonder if you're having fun 

all i want is to find myself in anyone 
and i wonder if you're having fun 
in that empty space where we used to talk

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

you're on the phone 
with someone who doesn't know 
about your soul and how it 
can't be held by flesh and bone 
and i guess that's fine 
i would never want you to 
stop your life 
but when i saw you both 
with your shoulders touching 
sitting so close 

i knew i'd hold on to this feeling 
i'd hold on to anything at all 
was it my fault 
because i easily confused you 
for someone who would hold my hand 
when things got hard 
when things got dark 
because oh my god 
when they get dark 
they get so dark 

you were always a shitty friend 
and you would leave when i got sick 
you never called me on my birthday 
i want to call you on your birthday 
so i'll hold on to this feeling 
i'll hold on to this hate 
for as long as i need 
for it to help me

learning to hate you as a self defense mechanism

https://ifidieinmississippi.bandcamp.com/album/sweetheart

the last time i saw you

this time is different
i feel different
lost under tension
fateful companion
your skin is frozen
my wounds closing
you overestimate
the ones you love the steps you take
i want us to be best friends but
maybe baby i cant pretend
when im asleep
is when you call me
don't talk too deep
we'll be sorry
find hope in nothing
we are nothing
i want us to be until the end
maybe baby i cant pretend

you wrote "don't forget" on your arm

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