walking in parking lots
talking about lost thoughts
tracing patterns on blank pages
because losing you was the worst thing I could do
now I am here in your old places with new faces
and they come in waves I can't be safe in
so let me go while I have time find new spaces
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC
walking in parking lots
talking about lost thoughts
tracing patterns on blank pages
because losing you was the worst thing I could do
now I am here in your old places with new faces
and they come in waves I can't be safe in
so let me go while I have time find new spaces
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