Neil Young on High

I saw you on high, I was waiting outside
What a strange thing to remember
You arrive at my door dressed in something somber
The night is heavy and I held onto your shirt

But oh, I don't remember everything
But oh, I remember most things

I regret never celebrating smaller victories that we saved
I would do that part over

But oh, I don't remember everything
But oh, I remember most things

The smell of your kitchen on the day that you ended it

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Writer(s): Micaela Brooke Adams, Andrea Nicole Gutmann Fuentes, Spencer Elizabeth Peppet
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