my backspace button’s worn
from the things i never said
i never can afford
to be casual instead
but if you could be so kind
don’t remind me that i’m blindly hung up over you

do i seem to care too much
with how i pretend not to care
you’re too cool for me
but i guess you’re not aware
that i exist but it’s okay
i’ll be over it someday
you’ll look me in the eye
and i won’t melt right in my place
but i really hate your face
and how it it makes me wanna cry
there’s an ache in my dumb heart
that only passes when you smile
and it shines for miles
it reminds me that i’m blindly hung up over you

would you still be just as kind
if you knew what’s on my mind
i’m stifling a sigh
and i hope she treats you right
and the things i’ll never say
will cease to tear me up inside
the feelings bottled up within
will someday crystallize
into memories so nice
that remind me i was once so hung up over you

backspace me

side-project

half-lit was made in an attempt to channel my post-midnight loneliness into something else ––– and it is something else altogether: a way to reach other people. a way to revel in collective sadness. suddenly i'm not as lonely. - b

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