Findlay - Landon Tewers

Forgive me for the lies I’ve told

I know my story’s getting old

But please just hear me out one last time

Long before I’d popped pills and swam in unpaid bills

There was a time I felt something other than restlessness at night

Mother grabbed me by the hair

Threw me down the stairs

Picked me up and cried

Stayed till I was breathing right

A fucking household prisoner

There were scratches on my neck

Bruises on my arms

Living check to check

Driving broken cars

I gave up counting sheep

Cus I never fucking sleep

Packing my things and I’m moving away

Forget you ever even knew who I was

And when you hear my voice or see my face

I hope it gives a decent taste

Of what it’s like to feel so unloved

I had my first suicidal thoughts when I was 13 years old

Was taken by the idea of an escape

I saw my best friends father beat his mother till she couldn’t walk

He grabbed my head and said you better not talk

Family members die

Choosing different sides

Some I’ll never see

Split my family tree right in half

And you’re okay with that

Packing my things and I’m moving away

Forget you ever even knew who I was

And when you hear my voice or see my face

I hope it gives a decent taste

Of what it’s like to feel so unloved

It’s been a minute since we last spoke

And when you call my phone I think I always choke

There just ain’t a whole lot left for me to say

Looking back now I can say I’m proud

Blending with the crowd

Maybe I’m more human than you’d like to believe

And I’m packing my things and I’m moving away

Forget you ever even knew who I was

And when you hear my voice or see my face

I hope it gives a decent taste

Of what it’s like to feel so unloved