Cinnamon

Oh babe you left me shipwrecked
On a shore of uncertainty
And it hardly felt ironic at the time
Wouldn't you say?

A new feeling I haven't got
I just felt your hand through my hair
Like a calm breeze
I couldn't ask for anymore

I miss our sour conversations
And singing along to Cigarette Daydreams
Talking about how shit life can be
Please don't go baby I can concede

Cluster forward pissed made up thoughts of you
Something more for me
Something more to do
I hate that you think it's this way

You're grounded thoughts
You're blacked out optimism
Stupid thrills and late-night hedonisms
Write a passionate song or two
With the best thing about me
And that's fine

I miss our sour conversations
And singing along to Cigarette Daydreams
Talking about how shit life can be
Please don't go baby I can concede

I miss our sour conversations
And singing along to Cigarette Daydreams
Talking about how shit life can be
Please don't go baby I can concede



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Parks
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