I wrote this song when I was reevaluating life and I was put in a position to leave all the people places n things that I knew and loved in California to follow my kids n their Mom to Nashville

Left it all behind

Written & Produced by Kit Conway
Drums by Eric Derwallis

dog on the run, soon as you call
it's nothing at all
and i know you've been lost, 
you're not home it's not your fault
but i swear that i'm not trying to pick a fight

i'll be the one as soon as you like
pick up the pall, put it aside
but you see how you could 
fall on that kinda line?
and i know you've been lost, 
you're not home it's not your fault
but i swear that i'm not trying to pick a fight

but i can't escape the feeling
that maybe what we're seeing
is overload, an overgrow
that isn't healing soon
and i can't just skate the reasons
i'm saying what we're thinking is true
i don't mean that but sometimes i feel i do

you shoulda seen the kinda look they gave me
when i said i wasn't feeling quite into it lately!
john and helen they just gave it all away
but i'd like to think that i gave it a coupla more days
and do you get frightened when you think about me
stealing your conviction in life? did i waste your time?
i'm not angy, i'm just giving up the fight

but i can't mistake the feeling
that maybe what we're seeing
is over love, an open cut
that isn't peeling soon
and i can't just skate the reasons
i'm saying what we're thinking is true

Dog on the Run

I Wish You'd Love Me So

the vocals and lyrics are embarrassing but i'm pretty pleased with what I got so far

2:30 AM 

2:30 AM (DEMO)

Movember // Mom Jeans

Sometimes (b-side)

song written and performed by me (Sofia Mia)
produced by Alex Burke

~~lyrics~~

The best is what you get
And what you sell yourself for
All the partying and undermining yourself
The string lights in your room are not so bright
As the ones that you keep inside my head

And who’d have thought that I’d be the one
To watch you from a distance destroying every bit of your existence
I’m the cinders to your ashes

I got fooled with I.O.U’s
And mandatory self loathing
And I’m not sorry
That you’re not alone

The best is what you get
Or what you sell yourself for
All the sulking alone in my bed
I’ll hang tight in my room as if
I don’t have a clue about the world
And play it cool inside my bubble

Nauseous dearest baby
Do you have the time
Beckon to the wind
And I’ll push you away

I bet you’re
I bet you’re
I bet you’re
I bet you’re

Sometimes (b-side)

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