Newyearsday

Four hours and six minutes left
Stop right now
Stop right here
Try and make this thing work
Third kiss on the hand
In the second parking lot
We visited today

Oh baby
The air tonight is hard to breathe
For the first time in months, I think
For the first time in six months
I can hardly believe it could even be sweet

One look and my breath just left
Before I knew
What could I do
I'll try and make this thing work
Five minutes turned to days
And the months rolled over like rain
Bittersweet New York morning
She waved goodbye from her train

There's gotta be
So many things I wish I said
There's gotta be at least a hundred
So we're up 'til 2, me and you
To even just keep you up on a few



Credits
Writer(s): Lukas Needham
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