Thom Yup

They still call me happy
At least that's what I used to be
I'm still calling taxis
And you're still holding back on everything
The past is all but gone now
A stack of scratched up DVD's
I feel like nothing's working
I lose myself with the memory

I said this all the last time
I'm telling all the same stories
I must've skipped a heartbeat
Cause I'm not feeling much like me
Scattered streetlights fall on
Photos gathered like dying leaves
Take the long way back home
Sweep them under as you drag your feet

Lose myself with the memory
As you drag your feet



Credits
Writer(s): Collin Hopkins, Alex Page
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