Standing next to you and your cigarettes
Love drunk and I’m kicking the flower beds
I am off the receiver
I am in pieces
The summer amnesia
Whispers a secret
To have to learn to say goodnite
To have to learn to say goodbye
Is something strange
I don’t know why
To have to say goodnite
Is having to say goodbye.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
Standing next to you and your cigarettes
Love drunk and I’m kicking the flower beds
I am off the receiver
I am in pieces
The summer amnesia
Whispers a secret
To have to learn to say goodnite
To have to learn to say goodbye
Is something strange
I don’t know why
To have to say goodnite
Is having to say goodbye.
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