puking sounds from voice memos by bitter rose

not quite the move we expected, oh honey, that's how it goes.
I told you before you left it was better for us both.
now I'm second guessing myself when I look into your eyes
do you think of me often when you kiss her on the skin?
do you change depending on what mood your in?
I shouldn't be asking myself in my own mind. I should be forgetting about you in due time.
2 AM in San Francisco, oh honey, nothing has changed.
we tried and fought our best, but we still remain the same.
I'm sorry that we have to deal with each other's brains.
I thought by now that we'd forget the pain
I want to live here and grow
it's for the best of us, it's for the worst of us.
because I felt you were in me, I thought we were on the same page
I felt you were in me so much to the point that when you left I didn't know which one was me
I want to live here and grow apart from you.

(never really understood how you just kept leaving me hanging, how you just kept letting me down. what was I expecting? too much of you? what was I expecting? to move forward into a life where I shared family or something special that you wanted from me. you seemed so bright in your eye the day I met you. I'm sorry that I left, I'm sorry that I came, I'm sorry that I'm here.)

• Alternative
• dream pop
• garage band
• lo-fi
• singer-songwriter
• San Francisco