The Last Locals

The sunlight crashes through the shades again
Chases off my old friends
Til it's goodbye empty bottles, empty nights
Three weeks gone
You didn't leave a trace
Reminders
Pop up in my head from time to time

Call me a pessimist
I'm learning to live like this
And I'll I know is I keep having bad dreams

I'll move to Jersey
Listen to Lifetime
And as the wheels spin I'll
Count the turnpike signs
Home never felt so far away
Never felt so far away

Sitting writing words for singing sake
Skirting around the pain
And counting street signs all the way from Maine
Know I knew I'd always make it through
And now for all I do
It's my time never say die because of you

If this is our last night
Baby I don't wanna fight
Tell me everything will be alright

I've never felt worse in my fucking life



Credits
Writer(s): The Keeper Class
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