Simple Things

Another night
The same tired fight
A notebook of simple stuff
Where nothing is quite enough

I would still be enthralled
Why won't time movealong
Here I am, still holding on

Wish things were clear
You won't remember me from a simple simile
This is not supposed to make me lose my m-
All I want is someone near to hold me tight

Like every

I'm almost going to bed, Rach
Fine
See you when you get here

Well now she calls
And says "fix my mess"
Is that all she thinks I'm for?
I wonder if things can ever be like before



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Robert Gray
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