I Think You Were in My Profile Picture Once

I saw you from the bottom of the stairs, before you knew I was coming
And though nervous and scared, I lingered on
I heard most things break by the ends of these types of nights
So I'll force upon every word I've brushed up on
Since knowing we won't speak like this again

You got a certain who knows what about you
And I got a small amount of time
To figure out what it is exactly and to whom does it apply
But I know for a fact that these are broken nights
Covered in bottles with the stench of a loss of life
And I know that it's quite heartbreaking
We won't speak like this again



Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Taylor Francis Lukens
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