This is about having a lot more love to give when your person doesn't have anything left. It's nobody's fault. But it has ruined things! And you feel pretty ruined too. Callan and I made this in 4.5 hours on a Tuesday night into the early hours of Wednesday morning. I hope you're okay listening to this. This was incredibly healing for me to write. The picture is temporary but I remember feeling unsettled and uncertain on the day it was taken about how much space there was for me in this person's life. I sat in the sun and read some Seamus Heaney poetry. Imagine speaking over the phone and listen to this song <3

LYRICS

Verse 1:
Depleting levels of energy are finally done
November to February felt like a good run 
It hurt when looking at me no longer felt like fun 
Overseasy, easy breezy, count down the moment to run (Run)

Chorus:
You ruined things
You ruined me

Verse 2:
Bared an excess of loving, I drowned the input 
Simple as could be, you focus too hard on output
Mine comes naturally, buried deeper than 6 foot
Oh I hope we meet again, it was too  good 
 
Chorus:
You ruined things
We were spacing space
You ruined me
I chased to be chased
You ruined things
Cases on cases
You ruined me
You had to be phased

Verse 4:
We were spacing space
I chased to be chased
Cases on cases
You had to be phased

Ruined ft. Arabi

(Humming)

Why’d you come my way if you’re not ready
Asked too fast
Not slow, no sense of pace
Run on a race ahead of time 

What ever happened to steady
Go get your space without me
There ain’t no half embrace, no half worth chase with my affections 

My, my, my, my affections x4

No, I’m not mad 
It was never in my vocab
Funny thing is with ties they’re never tight enough to cut the snag, snap years gladly, break this, unadd me, it’s not worth taking time being this sappy, unless you got me

You got me?
Nah, you never got me
You never got me

Is you on the floor?
Is you on my call?
(I’m on my own now, I’m on my own)
Don’t know why I tried
6 years, horrified

Words stick like broken glass
(I’m on my own, I’m on my own now)
You left me for dead on my ass
I was ready to be gone
I mean for real, ready to be gone

I was so young, no invite to your life
I was so young, not pretty enough for pasta night  
I was so young, too loud, the sound I cried
I was so young, I’d protect ya all your life

Affections

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