The sunlight pours right through the shades of your living room The sun-bleached memories of migraine afternoons Dust specks dot the air like rain on the window panes In between the backs of my eyes and my brain Lock me inside the coffee table drawer and just forget The blood orange sun on the other side of town is just about to set Sometimes I wish we never met Wish we never met
Your house is up for sale Forget the past four years to no avail Front porch lined with empty cans and junk mail Eventually it all just blends All the seamless days on end Expired film collections of fair weather friends
The blood orange sun dips into the lake and leaves us behind Cross me out 'cause I don't want to deal with this When I've made up my mind I'm sick of being bummed out all the timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
