Nightmares of You
Sorry, I can’t sing. I really don’t care. I just write these dumb songs every day because singing is good for you.
Woke up again said when is this going to feel like living
Put on your shorts from the bottom of my laundry
Sat in my car outside our cafe grieving
And yeah I know you’re going to be here or something familiar
And no I didn’t really plan this but what a coincidence
Can I just forget that time
You cast your wishes into my eyes then were surprised you couldn’t fly
On your knees in frontlines
He cursed himself with a new black stain on his side.
And what about your love?
What about your love?
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