Slow Time Blues - Live

All the times I fucked off as a kid
I wouldn't take them back but I also wouldn't do them again
When I think about you at night
I like to add a couple curves in the spots I like
I can't quite recall the color of your eyes
But we were never that close anyways
So anyways
I'm kissing goodbyes into her collar bones
Find a memory to fake was perfect and I'll call it home
Sneak out in the middle of the night
Once I figure out the past is only made of lies
So goodbye
I'll be in the driveway wrenching on my time machine
Take me back to when we meant anything



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Rosenberg
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