The Wound
Cold summer day,
Lonesome June
You weren't in the mood
And I thought that was cool
We were just boys
I'd found a zenith in the noise
My fruit was ripe for the taking
Insatiable feeling of the walls around me
Cherry picked moments, bittersweet hooks
A changing room glance
A Mendes analogy
3am non-antics
You texted me from a tree
Do you still remember me?
Do my words arise like yours do when I all
But read your name?
I loved you but I never loved you
I never never loved you
I never got to love you
And still you toil in my chest
Doing your best to insist that I never
Forget you
You weren't even a proper friend in the end!
We exchanged — exchanges but I won't
Call them mutual
My heart leaps out in monthly intervals
To visit you and your walls and all your
Closed doors
To pluck the guitars often graced with your fingers
The same guilty tools I found in my chest 'ta-da'
It's time to exorcise you
Do you still think about me?
Do your words visit you like their clothes visit me?
I loved you but I never loved you
I never never loved you
I never got to love you
And still you toil in my chest
Doing your best to insist that I never
Forget you
I don't want to forget you
I even saw you in a dream
And Lorde knows I'm not graced with those
So fuck knows what that means
So let it wash away
Lonesome June
You weren't in the mood
And I thought that was cool
We were just boys
I'd found a zenith in the noise
My fruit was ripe for the taking
Insatiable feeling of the walls around me
Cherry picked moments, bittersweet hooks
A changing room glance
A Mendes analogy
3am non-antics
You texted me from a tree
Do you still remember me?
Do my words arise like yours do when I all
But read your name?
I loved you but I never loved you
I never never loved you
I never got to love you
And still you toil in my chest
Doing your best to insist that I never
Forget you
You weren't even a proper friend in the end!
We exchanged — exchanges but I won't
Call them mutual
My heart leaps out in monthly intervals
To visit you and your walls and all your
Closed doors
To pluck the guitars often graced with your fingers
The same guilty tools I found in my chest 'ta-da'
It's time to exorcise you
Do you still think about me?
Do your words visit you like their clothes visit me?
I loved you but I never loved you
I never never loved you
I never got to love you
And still you toil in my chest
Doing your best to insist that I never
Forget you
I don't want to forget you
I even saw you in a dream
And Lorde knows I'm not graced with those
So fuck knows what that means
So let it wash away
Credits
Writer(s): Liam Macmillan
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