Underneath, an awning concentrating on the rain Hearing laughter in the stairwell, it reverberates They're talking 'bout the weekend, all the plans that they have made Said it's just nice to have something to anticipate
We were dressed alike Though you were one of a kind For an enigmatic guy You seemed relatable
You were smart, but so foolish with your heart Eyed the exit from the start In the end, couldn't tell what you pretended Always wild with your sly renegade smile Perfectly disheveled style What a waste, I regret it to this day
When I'm trapped inside my bedroom planning out my last resort I have a great imagination, so I just teleport And I'm back with you in Benson, sitting on that rotting porch Where we only drank the good stuff that we could afford
Could be so damn mean, but you were always sweet to me You swept me off my feet and we went flying Tried your best to hide all the sadness in your eyes But I caught you every time that that was possible
You were kind, existential and refined Always something on your mind Even then, our love was not in question Nothing changed, you just packed your things one day Didn't bother to explain what happened You like cinematic endingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
