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Listen to Easier Love - EP by Gabrielle Marlena
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gabrielle Marlena
Gabrielle Marlena
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabrielle Marlena
Gabrielle Marlena
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Katie Buchanan
Katie Buchanan
Producer

Lyrics

I called you Sittin' in my car in Portland It was raining Like it often is in Portland You sounded different You sounded calm, i got dizzy I told you i crashed my car Told you I've been singin' about you, pretty You said something stupid I forgot how simple you are And you're not the only one That I've called in the car I started laughing End the call abruptly You tried to keep me on the line Tell me something you thought was funny And you've been my muse Your heart was the one I used I drained your story I made it less boring I've been done with my mourning I've forgotten what it was for and It's ok that you found an easier love And it's ok that you didn't try hard enough And I will learn what I'm really made of On my own in this car and something I've created And I left you hanging The last message you sent To check up on me I wonder if it's got you bent up thinking If I'll ever forgive you I'll do more, I'll thank you For not letting me waste my life on loving you I see your kids now Running around in the garden where we made out I'm not surprised She looks just like me It took me two years to realize That I was the one who really left you And you've been my muse Your heart was the one I used I drained your story I made it less boring I've been done with my mourning I've forgotten what it was for and It's ok that you found an easier love And it's ok that you didn't try hard enough And I will learn what I'm really made of On my own in this car and something I've created And I look ahead I see great things I see curly hair I see babies We're always changing And that's the only thing that ever stays And I threw the boxers out with the sweater Deleted your last loving text Got rid of years full of messages Every argument, every sext I even threw your mom's painting out I'm working on that bracelet now Creating space
Writer(s): Gabrielle Reisner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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