find another (voice memo)

We could talk in circles and wait in lines
Talk to strangers about the music we like

We could find a drummer, tell him we're bored to death
Mentions he has a lover he's loved since the day that they met

But I think we're over, it's our final bow
Feels like the endless summer just got cold somehow

But I'll put on a jacket and I'll brunt the cold
Seems like our season's winter and our bodies got old

But we'll find another song to hum
And find another drummer who had better luck than some



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Writer(s): Christina Samar
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