hi. ever since I was little, I’ve wanted to be a musician. There’s something about writing music as a form of emotional expression that you can’t release in any other form of art. This song is about my ex-boyfriend and how the break up made me feel. I had all these emotions surrounding how I felt and I didn’t know how to sit with them, so I just put them into a song. So here is my very first completed song performed at a friend’s friendsgiving. it’s not a perfect performance, but it’s my very first time so give me some grace. thank you for listening. 🩵 - hannah
“You’re Not Here” by Hannah Valentine
lyrics:
i pray to saint anthony
you’ll find me again
i pray to the angels
i can be your friend
when you need someone to lean on
when you are feeling low
i spoon-fed my love
from my heart to your mouth
inside of this room
inside of this house
there are gallons of tears
behind these polaroids of you
it hurts me, it kills me, it caves in my stomach
it hurts me, it kills me, to know you’re not above it
i miss you i need you but i’m gonna have to shove it somewhere
…because you’re not here
my body’s filled with dust
and orange colored grease
when i think about your brown eyes
and your pink rosy cheeks
there’s a hole shaped like you
rotting inside of my chest
The sadness drips from me
like laundry on the line
my mom asks how I’m doing
I’ll tell her that I’m fine.
it hurts me, it kills me, it caves in my stomach
it hurts me, it kills me, to know you’re not above it
i miss you i need you but i’m gonna have to shove it somewhere
…because you’re not here
after all this time
i thought that i’d be fine
but i just can’t do anything
without you in my mind
i see you in my dreams
and i hope you are dreaming of me too
you hurt me, you killed me, you cave in my stomach
i wrote to you this letter but i know you will forget it
i miss you i need you but i’m gonna have to shove it somewhere
…because you’re not here
you know i crave your touch
and your soft brown hair
i look in every doorway
wishing you were there
holding a bunch of flowers
calling out my name
i want you to come back to me
but things are not the same