Revisit the spots, the ones where we'd talk. Just you and me. Look over the hill, and see the city. Converse about our plans, and how'd they never change. As I sit here, I notice how they did. That optimism died in me, lived on in you. We drifted away, like past days, washed away. Really all I can say...
Is
I miss you dre.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
Revisit the spots, the ones where we'd talk. Just you and me. Look over the hill, and see the city. Converse about our plans, and how'd they never change. As I sit here, I notice how they did. That optimism died in me, lived on in you. We drifted away, like past days, washed away. Really all I can say...
Is
I miss you dre.
