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Watching the streetlights flicker on.
"This place is going to miss you"
The feeling isn't mutual.
And we can drive to the city where nothing matters.
Or stay here and feel one anothers warmth.
I'm not sad. Just cold. Maybe its a mixture of both.
Come towards the dark. This light does nothing for me.
Sleep for awhile. Wake up. Change moods like I change clothes.
Its over. Its on. Its done. Move on. Just go. Come back.
Lets just get together who cares what right feels like I'm always called wrong
"This place is going to miss you"
The feeling isn't mutual.
And we can drive to the city where nothing matters.
Or stay here and feel one anothers warmth.
I'm not sad. Just cold. Maybe its a mixture of both.
Come towards the dark. This light does nothing for me.
Sleep for awhile. Wake up. Change moods like I change clothes.
Its over. Its on. Its done. Move on. Just go. Come back.
Lets just get together who cares what right feels like I'm always called wrong