my only memory
is of you and i on the couch
autumn's first breeze and
september's sun down
if it weren't for the candles
we'd be the warmest thing in the room
cause you're too hot to handle
for somebody who knows how to lose

and i guess that's why a therapist
writes half of all my lyrics
i give credit where it’s due
if therapy is listening, i love you

now that i’m 18
i know damn well a rock can’t talk
but i saw that movie
and it changed the way i stare at a wall

i think you’re funny
but i’ve conditioned myself to laugh
cause i want you to love me
but humor's something i don’t have

and i guess that’s why a narcissist
writes half of all my lyrics
i give credit where it’s due
i know i’m always listening, it’s all i do
if therapy is listening
mary if you’re listening
i swear i’m always listening
it's all i do

my only memory

19 yr old making bedroom pop with less chorus and delay pedals
my debut EP lavender is out now everywhere :)

CONTACT:
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my only memory

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