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Second song for FAWM. First time recording electric guitar. First time recording percussion (I think?)
The idea is to keep recording new music so frequently that I can't help but learn how to do it properly.
I never told you but I cried when I got home
Bawling in the kitchen, singing songs alone
It wasn't the breakup, I was glad to be your friend
But fear that any phone call would never come again.
I try not to make enemies
They don't make for good memories
Last night I dropped my dinner on the floor
I should have picked the hair off, made it clean once more
I swept up the pieces, and threw them in the bin
I didn't have the patience to see where to begin
I try not to make enemies
They don't make for good memories
There won't be much left of me
If people go on forgetting me
I'm writing emails to see who might reply
I like to send old postcards if any catch my eye.
They start "well wishes". Say "I'm usually doing fine".
Murmur "can you help me". End "Thanks for your time".
I try not to make enemies
They don't bring out the best in me
But there won't be much left of me
If nobody has call to remember me
I wasn't very well so my voice is a bit weird.
The idea is to keep recording new music so frequently that I can't help but learn how to do it properly.
I never told you but I cried when I got home
Bawling in the kitchen, singing songs alone
It wasn't the breakup, I was glad to be your friend
But fear that any phone call would never come again.
I try not to make enemies
They don't make for good memories
Last night I dropped my dinner on the floor
I should have picked the hair off, made it clean once more
I swept up the pieces, and threw them in the bin
I didn't have the patience to see where to begin
I try not to make enemies
They don't make for good memories
There won't be much left of me
If people go on forgetting me
I'm writing emails to see who might reply
I like to send old postcards if any catch my eye.
They start "well wishes". Say "I'm usually doing fine".
Murmur "can you help me". End "Thanks for your time".
I try not to make enemies
They don't bring out the best in me
But there won't be much left of me
If nobody has call to remember me
I wasn't very well so my voice is a bit weird.
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