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fuck u m8
lyrics
I started smoking weed again,
in hope maybe it could help me understand how your mind worked.
because when you smoked, you seemed happy.
something i could never manage to make you.
i had done it a few times but,
not as much as you had.
i realized this-
it made the music sound better,
the sheets warmer,
the sky darker.
i wanted more.
but drugs can only do so much.
my mother found out.
no more.
you don’t need to tell me nobody will love me,
you actions spoke loud enough.
you hurt me.
i have lied to you enough, in hopes to keep you happy.
but it had just made me feeler emptier.
I want to put myself first, but that just makes me “mean”.
because thats the only word you ever used to describe me.
“mean.”
“mean”
“mean”
but i never told you no one would love you.
i just said you hurt me,
and it was best we couldn’t speak
and i wasn’t sorry for being upset.
because even after everything, i still don’t hate you.
i just wanted to put myself first once,
because i am broken down clock tower.
i’m not whole.
i don’t work like i want to.
i remember what you said about my favorite poet, being untalented,
i remember when you got angry at me for being introverted
for being sad.
thats what i was most of the time.
“sad.”
and i know it wasn’t fair to you.
dating the sad girl.
that thought no one could ever love her.
you knew i was scared.
i told you that was one of my fears,
and you write it down
to make a quick poem out of it,
because you know it will hurt me.
but I’m used to it.
you bought us the same notebook for christmas,
i still kept it and write in it every day,
even though it mean nothing to you,
it meant everything.
i now know what you wrote on the bench.
you lied to me.
you never loved me.
i know you didn’t.
you said it in the poem.
they told me everything.
a little over a year ago we came together
but a little over a year ago we fell apart
because some people are not meant to be
that's how it'll always be
that's how it'll always be
and when you left i asked myself
“did you really come back just to leave?”
i had so much hope.
we had plans.
oregon.
poems on the walls.
i saw you as a part of my future.
but i was just temporary.
a little toy.
last week i cried in the airport.
surrounded by strangers
no one asked what was wrong.
i don’t remember how you smell anymore.
and the first time you left,
i forgot how your voice sounded.
but this time you made sure to make it haunt me.
you stole my soul,
i think it was when we made out in the graveyard.
when we walked back and my body hung limp,
the end credits should’ve rolled,
but then you said
“thanks for being patient with me"
In a lane all his own, aint about me lays moody spoken word over rippling soundscapes on songs that feel cinematic in scope. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2020
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021
