our firewood

(One, two, three, four)
(Kill it, alright let's go)

And it, kills me to admit that I was wrong and wrong
And wrong and wrong again
Yet it, makes me happy to think that I'm at my own end
My own end
So, take me back to summer
Before we had our fall
When we looked at the stars
When love wasn't this hard
Before we ever fought and fought and fought
When I had no doubts at all, at all

So it kills me to admit that I was wrong and wrong
And wrong and wrong again
Yet it, makes me happy
To think that I am at my own end (ay)

I was, patient for as long as I could
Yet I, kept on adding fuel to our firewood
And I was always misunderstood
When we talked and talked and talked
And it kills me to admit that I was wrong
I was wrong and wrong
And wrong again
Yet it makes me happy to think that
I am at my own end
So, so

Take me back to the summer (summer)
Before we had our fall
When we looked at the stars
When love wasn't this hard
Before we ever fought
And fought and fought
When I had no doubts at all

(Fought and fought)
(Doubts at all)



Credits
Writer(s): Gustav Glander, Valter Germundsson
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