the city doesn't
seem to sleep but all the bars have closed and we aren't even close to closure
Another “last one” will get me through the night
I know you wont notice i think we’ll be alright so every cracked mirror and late night dinner tastes like failure and looks like forever
and my eyes in winter don't ever sleep
but my hearts closed and it isn't what id call closure. another text will get me through the night
so every bathroom mirror and late night dinner tastes like failure and looks like forever
(and this is a break up song, just like the last one, where we almost broke through all the lost glances and missed chances idk about you but I still feel weird) and I could never even guess the weight I put around yr neck and we could never seem to see the light but sitting in the port town waiting to talk things over it just seems we might