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you can't impress anyone with normal pictures of the sea [Explicit]
flatsound is the solo recording project of Mitch Welling, a songwriter and sound artist based in Southern California. flatsound is characterized by intimate, poignant songwriting, allowing the listener to develop a deeply personal relationship with Welling, while also experimenting with ambient, atmospheric sounds. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.
flatsound is the solo recording project of Mitch Welling, a songwriter and sound artist based in Southern California. flatsound is characterized by intimate, poignant songwriting, allowing the listener to develop a deeply personal relationship with Welling, while also experimenting with ambient, atmospheric sounds. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.
Advait
Altitude.
Amadeu
Amies
i exist i exist i exist
by your side
you wrote 'don't forget' on your arm
a dream
If we could just pretend
my heart goes bum bum bum
if you love me, come clean
don't call me at all
you are the coffin
learning to hate you as a self defense mechanism
a glimpse of heaven, or wherever you are
learning to warm cold hands
sleep
we could live near the beach
i hope you're okay
we haven't spoken in years, but knowing you felt like a dream
to see you alive
destroy you
it's sunday, april 19th and i miss you
summer or spring
lately i've been feeling tired of everyone i know
in the absence of everything, i promise to keep you warm
it's thursday, january 12th and this is the last time i'll talk about drowning
they'll like me when i'm sick
you wanted to look for help, i wanted to sit and wait to be rescued
scotland, i wish you had stayed
i'm broken but i'll try
you said okay
i was happier with you
waking up early to leave this place
hands
we're fighting again
you were a home that i wanted to grow up in
this feels like the beginning
66666666
you're a mess in public
nothing good comes from being gone
nov 13 (do you believe in love)
i guess it could be looked at as an escape, or a chance to start over
you wrote "don't forget" on your arm
somewhere in the distance, somewhere toward the mountains
fading
counting sheep
good morning answering machine baby
someone who will talk about anything
interlude
a warehouse on the river
i'll be anything
you're an artifact
even the stars can be hollow
