Driving Heavy

Sitting under a gray sky
Wishing I was an artist too
The golden tree you slaved over
The people that I split in two
And the night was cold
And we were clad in black
The picture of us you hated
The days I can't get back, the days I can't get back

The people that I split in two
The people that I split in two
The people that I split in two
The people that I split in two

With so much to repent for
I will play my hand
As the rope gets tight
And it gets hard to breathe
There is a growing fondness
For everything that I once had
So I will call your name, so I will call your name one last time

A growing fondness for you
A growing fondness for you
A growing fondness for you
A growing fondness for you

This is the last song I write for you
We both know that isn't true
This is the last song I write for you
We both know that isn't true



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Mercado
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