From some point We talk about making a living Friends who made a lot of money, kids We changed so much From some point Feelings are swallowed, hidden inside jokes Nights are spent swaying with alcohol I’m getting used to myself like this
I do things like make songs I’m lazy and immature Tell me your story, any story is fine How are you these days? I hope it wasn’t a dream, I hope you won’t go far away When I look back, there were so many good days
Let’s stop now, this is good right here We can’t start and we can’t even end Things can’t go my way, even though I keep shaking my head I can’t turn away, I can’t even blame anyone Your scent that is not mine Your warmth that I can’t have I just try to smile tonight
I buy new clothes, I turn on the TV all day But I keep blankly staring at my phone I meet my friends, I pretend I’m fine as I brightly smile But I’m getting weaker As I look at my hair that I’ve cut too short As I look at my dry and cracked lips […]
The soft wind through the tree leaves White clouds above the wind The dazzling sky past the clouds The sky filled with your face My sighs spin round and round the road The echo that finds me on lonely nights Have your smile, your voice