summer won't end here seems to last forever. I hear about your fall, your pumpkin
spice, your winter snow. It's just something in a song to me, something on t.v.
summer won't fade here, and now I made a mess of everything. even my memories of you are just faded scars. Can't bring back the best parts i thought i knew. It's just a jerk-off once in awhile thinking back to fucking you. I guess thats something?- but nothing to write about.
Just because your gone -I've been an wanted man
make my self pay by working to long
by carrying a gun, drinking all night
and havin' fun-
remember the nights we used to stay up late
you taught me how to write
like this
words in the mist
words that miss
miles and miles
reflective lies
repetitive lines
only
one road
leading back
to you .
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