#faded memory

[hollisbrownthornton]

VHS - permanent marker on paper, 8 x 10 inches, 2015

Website — Instagram

[notnumb]

Need a man who knows what it’s like to live in a faded memory of a town

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: June 15, 2018

Lyrics:

[Intro]

I want you, I want you

I want you, I want you

[Verse 1]

Walking down the boulevard at night

You're on my mind

But I know that you're no good for me

They say love is just a waste of time

I'll never know, now I'm just a lonely valentine

[Chorus]

I want you, I want you

Huh, huh, huh, ha, ha

I want you, I want you

Huh, huh, huh, ha, ha

I want you, I want you

Huh, huh, huh, ha, ha

I want you, I want you

Huh, huh, huh, ha, ha

[Post Chorus]

Dream it all away

I want to dream it all away

I want to

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[Verse 2]

Dancing under smoke and neon lights

In a crowded bar with the misfits and the movie stars

A stranger's kiss finds me in the dark

With a broken heart, I can't help but wonder where you are

[Chorus]

I want you, I want you

Huh, huh, huh, ha, ha

I want you, I want you

Huh, huh, huh, ha, ha

I want you, I want you

Huh, huh, huh, ha, ha

I want you, I want you

Huh, huh, huh, ha, ha

[Bridge]

Love feels like a faded photograph

It's in the past, now you're just a faded memory

Now you're just a faded memory

Now you're just a faded memory

Songwriter:

[Chorus]

(Dream it all away)

I want you, I want you

Huh, huh, huh, ha, ha

(Dream it all away)

I want you, I want you

Huh, huh, huh, ha, ha

(I want to dream it all away)

I want you, I want you

Huh, huh, huh, ha, ha

(I want to dream it all away)

I want you, I want you

Huh, huh, huh, ha, ha

Jessica Frye / Jordy Leenaerts

Homepage:

Jessie Frye

Timecop1983

[kiswah]

And I waited for the star to come closer to the moon. I waited till the morning but it disappeared. The star disappeared. The morning was sad. The moon was alone yet again.

[fairyskytten]

F A D E

haven’t seen your face in months and i lowkey miss your touch it’s been awful hard i need you by my side

we haven’t talked in a while i can’t quite remember your smile who’s keeping you busy? i’m pretty sure this should be easy

skimming through old conversations keeping those feelings alive each month a different chapter of the novel i started to write you fade through the pages the memory of your eyes seems too far i miss your presence and how it made me feel alive

i try to push the thought away but my feelings about you are wide awake it hurts like hell oh how hard i fell

did you even love me or was it all play pretend? oscar worthy performance right in front of my face

skimming through old conversations keeping those feelings alive each month a different chapter of the novel i started to write you fade through the pages the memory of your eyes seems too far i miss your presence and how it made me feel alive

were all those loving words fake? was it just a movie i made for myself? all these questions in my head causing an awful lot of pain

i wanted you to want me to love me as hard and deep as i loved you was it too much to ask? or was I not enough?

skimming through old conversations keeping those feelings alive each month a different chapter of the novel i started to write you fade through the pages the memory of your eyes seems too far i miss your presence and how it made me feel alive

skimming through our old conversations putting those feelings away each month a different chapter of the novel I started to write you fade through the pages but i don’t give a fuck things keep fading it was either you or I

[euesworld]

"When baby let's you get super faded faded.."

Leeeeeeeeeeeean baaaaaaaaaaaaaack bitch, hahaha - eUë

[captainhancock727]

Jessie Frye ft. Timecop1983 - Faded Memory (Official)

[sleepydrummer]

We poets and intellectuals depend a great deal on memory, it is our capital, we live on it — but if an intrusion of this kind from the underworld of the forgotten and discarded takes us by surprise, then what is recovered, be it pleasing or not, has more weight and power than our carefully preserved memories.

Hermann Hesse, Events in the Engadine