A track written in the mist of an intensely emotional situationship, at the crux of taking the 'next step' or ending things. The next step, unfortunately, was not taken. Written in 2022 while in my first year of uni, it is a meaningful look into a seemingly meaningless tangle, and appreciating that short relationships can have as much impact as long ones. Catchy hook, smooth beat and delivery. Good start to the upcoming string of releases, easing listeners into my lyrical ability and introspective wordplay.

Written and performed by Ugo17
Produced by Simard.
Mixed by Joe Amedi
Mastered by Maya Diaz

4 letters in the first name,5 in the last part,
Wrote this poem, find the answers that I can’t ask,
Hope you flowing, never stopping never half assed,
Corroded moments of this memory I past, fast,

Im only lonely when I think about the past scars,
How you did me stole my pride and had the last laugh,
Probably think the same,
Gotta stick the blame on someone else and ink the name,
Cross it out and bin away,
The cost of keeping quiet mind you popping up ain’t thinking straight,
Probably think the same x2,
I wonder what you do when I pop up, up in your brain,
You block it out or inhalate, rotten doubt get fling away,
And what the fuck the fuss about, lets fuck it out and skip debate,
She showed me knuckle plus that middle finger in my face,
Searching for a fuck to give but it all give and take,
In the midst of all this distance it dissapate,

Its fizzling out, wish that I could do it different took a simpler route,
Stuck up in my head premenission and doubt,
Cobwebs full of knowledge think I been in a drought,
And I ain’t even about,
Speak of the town,
Sleeping through the sequence rolling leaf and I bounce,
Im never present much,
Do seclusion move in silence had to level up,
Im shooting for the stars, I might end up in the nebula,

And we don’t do regards, beef about like supermarkets,
See the loot depart im really feeling super charged,
To pick and choose your path or see it slip and lose your spark,
Its just a battle of choice,

4 letters in the first name,
5 in the last part,
Wrote this poem, find the answers that I can’t ask,
Hope you flowing, never stopping never half assed,
Corroded moments of this memory I past, fast,

Im only lonely when I think about the past scars,
How you did me stole my pride and had the last laugh,
Probably think the same,
Gotta stick the blame on someone else and ink the name,
Cross it out and bin away,
The cost x2
What was the cost