Why'd it have to be goodbye
Cause I've never had it better in
My entire life
I wanna hold your hands
And we could sit in the corner of this room
I'll make a change to how I'm living
So I can try to give you more of my time
Lets rewind
You could tell me all the f*ckin reasons why
You never could be mine
All of my tears
Will spill out of the speakers in good time
The stories under the bleachers I'll still whine
Until I'm 29
After my conscience cracks
Will I play out loud?
Will they sing it back?
Will I hear the crowd?
Before her eyes go blank will I make my mother proud?
The tulips die
I'll run away
The stars I'll find
A time or place
To be alone
Or lie awake
In shadow grove
Or under grey
Six feet under
Six speed lover
I'll stay cache
I'll find a way
Shit cheap jumper
On your skin it fades
And the holes are like time away
Yeah, I'll try to make amends
Yeah, I'll be your f*cking friend
Six feet under
I'll stay caché
Six speed lover
I'll find a way
Shit cheap jumper
On your skin it fades
And the holes are like time away
Small trip to find myself
Your lips blood on the shelf
And I can't sleep like I used to
I wanna spend some time away
In fields of daffodils, maybe I'll be fine
If I stay caché
If I stay caché
Small trip to find myself
Your lips blood on the shelf
And I can't sleep like I used to
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Why'd it have to be goodbye
Cause I've never had it better in
My entire life
I wanna hold your hands
And we could sit in the corner of this room
I'll make a change to how I'm living
So I can try to give you more of my time
Lets rewind
You could tell me all the f*ckin reasons why
You never could be mine
All of my tears
Will spill out of the speakers in good time
The stories under the bleachers I'll still whine
Until I'm 29
After my conscience cracks
Will I play out loud?
Will they sing it back?
Will I hear the crowd?
Before her eyes go blank will I make my mother proud?
The tulips die
I'll run away
The stars I'll find
A time or place
To be alone
Or lie awake
In shadow grove
Or under grey
Six feet under
Six speed lover
I'll stay cache
I'll find a way
Shit cheap jumper
On your skin it fades
And the holes are like time away
Yeah, I'll try to make amends
Yeah, I'll be your f*cking friend
Six feet under
I'll stay caché
Six speed lover
I'll find a way
Shit cheap jumper
On your skin it fades
And the holes are like time away
Small trip to find myself
Your lips blood on the shelf
And I can't sleep like I used to
I wanna spend some time away
In fields of daffodils, maybe I'll be fine
If I stay caché
If I stay caché
Small trip to find myself
Your lips blood on the shelf
And I can't sleep like I used to
Cause I've never had it better in
My entire life
I wanna hold your hands
And we could sit in the corner of this room
I'll make a change to how I'm living
So I can try to give you more of my time
Lets rewind
You could tell me all the f*ckin reasons why
You never could be mine
All of my tears
Will spill out of the speakers in good time
The stories under the bleachers I'll still whine
Until I'm 29
After my conscience cracks
Will I play out loud?
Will they sing it back?
Will I hear the crowd?
Before her eyes go blank will I make my mother proud?
The tulips die
I'll run away
The stars I'll find
A time or place
To be alone
Or lie awake
In shadow grove
Or under grey
Six feet under
Six speed lover
I'll stay cache
I'll find a way
Shit cheap jumper
On your skin it fades
And the holes are like time away
Yeah, I'll try to make amends
Yeah, I'll be your f*cking friend
Six feet under
I'll stay caché
Six speed lover
I'll find a way
Shit cheap jumper
On your skin it fades
And the holes are like time away
Small trip to find myself
Your lips blood on the shelf
And I can't sleep like I used to
I wanna spend some time away
In fields of daffodils, maybe I'll be fine
If I stay caché
If I stay caché
Small trip to find myself
Your lips blood on the shelf
And I can't sleep like I used to
Writer: Harry Roberts
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