I’d like to see your face before
I move to the south and never
return as the man that I once was,
come on Just get it together.
I still have the letters that you wrote,
back when you called me the sweetest names
Swim in the Hudson, dry off in the city,
I’ll scamper through the streets
until I reach to sixty
and whatever avenue that you’re on.
I’m tired of being alone.
Back when my room was filled with color,
and my golden sun was brighter than ever.
I’m sorry for the love that I never gave,
I don’t know where it went,
I must’ve pushed it away.
Cut to my room now, its empty there’s nothing.
This Garden can’t grow without the Sunshine, fuck it.
If I leave then what’s going to happen to us?
Where’s the hope and the faith?
In Florida, I trust.
I hope I’m doing the right thing
by leaving this place.
I’m so sorry, my love,
I think we both need a break.
I know you tried your hardest to keep this alive
it’s not your fault, I know it’s not,
that’s not the point, okay goodbye.
When I get on this plane I don’t know when I’ll be back.
You were my first real love that I ever had.
I was never so honest, hello to the south.
But believe me when I say, I hope my plane goes down.
credits
from Sorry,
released May 12, 2015
Lucas Smith on drums thank you
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Moving In's stuff is perfectly melancholic, ethereal and yearns with the pain and confusion of that kind of unrequited love that everyone needs to experience before they find their true love. Blissful ❤️ Emmanuel Sackey