Winter
I hope you're happy
Like the way you used to be
When we would talk about the future, smell the Summer in the trees
But now it's Winter
And a lot of time has past
It's been a year and a half, I hope you haven't moved past this
You're kinda hard to contact
At least that's what your friends say
But it's been a while since we have talked
I'm wondering if you'd rather not
And I've noticed
That you've been struggling to admit
That I don't know the half of it
And things have changed a lot since we met
I hate these worthless conversations, rationalized indecision
And the awful thoughts I had when you were having too much fun
I'm a liar and a cheat and I'll be here all fucking week
I'll just be trying to slow my heart rate down enough so I can finally fall asleep
When we drove out to the hills where you can see across the city
While the trees blocked half the view the center console stabbed our backs
I thought, "Fuck me, this is nice"
And then you did and then it was
And then we laid out on the pavement till the cold crept through our bones
When we drove out to the hills where you can see across the city
While the trees blocked half the view the center console stabbed our backs
I thought, "Fuck me, this is nice"
And then you did and then it was
And then we tried to forget, this would be the last time this would happen before you left
Like the way you used to be
When we would talk about the future, smell the Summer in the trees
But now it's Winter
And a lot of time has past
It's been a year and a half, I hope you haven't moved past this
You're kinda hard to contact
At least that's what your friends say
But it's been a while since we have talked
I'm wondering if you'd rather not
And I've noticed
That you've been struggling to admit
That I don't know the half of it
And things have changed a lot since we met
I hate these worthless conversations, rationalized indecision
And the awful thoughts I had when you were having too much fun
I'm a liar and a cheat and I'll be here all fucking week
I'll just be trying to slow my heart rate down enough so I can finally fall asleep
When we drove out to the hills where you can see across the city
While the trees blocked half the view the center console stabbed our backs
I thought, "Fuck me, this is nice"
And then you did and then it was
And then we laid out on the pavement till the cold crept through our bones
When we drove out to the hills where you can see across the city
While the trees blocked half the view the center console stabbed our backs
I thought, "Fuck me, this is nice"
And then you did and then it was
And then we tried to forget, this would be the last time this would happen before you left
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Writer(s): Bryce Bishop
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