This is a song I wrote earlier this year. It's called Bad, because sometimes that's the best way to describe something.

Lyrics, vocals, guitar and piano by Flora ElmColone. 

Lyrics:
When I think of how you treated me, it makes me want to scream
When the best things that you did for me were only in a dream
When the best words that you spoke to me were never what they seemed 

When I think of how I let you off without a shred of blame
It brings back all the pain I still feel when I hear your name
And begging to be loved when you could never feel the same

I wish I would've walked away two winters ago
'Cause now I'm older, wiser, and I still don't fucking know 
What it feels like to be wanted, what it feels like to be had 
And when I think of how you treated me, it just feels bad 
Bad, bad

When I think of how you treated me, it makes me want to cry
When the sting of retrospect makes every kiss feel like a lie
When the promise of my love brought forth the safety of goodbye 

When I think of how you never told me what was going on
When you said you didn't love me, but you see me in love songs
Am I really just a character you'll write about doing wrong? 

I wish I would've run away two winters ago 
'Cause now I'm older, sadder, and I still don't fucking know
What it feels like to be seen for the things I really am 
And when I think of how you treated me, it just feels bad
Bad, bad 

We saw ourselves reflected in the best parts of each other
But soon the mirrors cracked, and we looked at one another
And nothing there was pretty, and nothing there was sad 
It was just an ugly nothing and it made us both feel bad 

I wish I would've run away two winters ago 
'Cause now I am just older, and I've still nothing to show
For the hope I wasted time on, for the love I never had
And when I think of how you treated me, it just feels bad

lyrics: 
i'm finding it hard to be a person these days
i know the rules but i don't wanna play
i've been evading my fate all my life 
a child is free from being woman worker wife 
and it's chasing me down haunted halls
well, I guess this house ain't haunted, it's just got walls 

i don't wanna get a real job in the real world
i don't wanna come inside
come on, it's summer and the sun ain't goin down
when your mom comes to pick you up, let's hide

well i've been staring so long at the dirt
thinking if i see clear enough, none of this will hurt
and i've been looking to understand
thinking if i can make sense of it, i'll have the upper hand
but some things can't be broken down or solved
and the dirt is still just dirt and i am still afraid to fall

i've been studying the floor plan of this house
don't know how i got in, but there's no way out
i've been trying to find some sort of hack
inventing mythical befores to which i could go back
building fantasy worlds in the trees 
i will live under the stars, don't want your prison palace keys

i don't wanna get a real job in the real world
i don't wanna come inside 
come on, it's summer and the sun ain't goin down
when your mom comes to pick you up let's hide 

lyrics/vocals/guitar by flora elmcolone

walls (windows open at 6pm)

Lyrics, guitar, and vocals by Flora ElmColone.
Inspired by my real life neighbors, my desire for a garden, and my sense of existential anguish resulting from being quarantined in my hometown all summer.

Flora ElmColone

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