Текст песни
Then find something else the next day.
How do I move on from this when you won't stay gone?
Your book beneath my bed with pages folded down.
A shirt I've never seen, hanging in the back somehow.
I'm losing track of what was real and what I'm holding onto now.
Each discovery pulls me under, back to when you were around.
How do I move on from this when you won't stay gone?
Your book beneath my bed with pages folded down.
A shirt I've never seen, hanging in the back somehow.
I'm losing track of what was real and what I'm holding onto now.
Each discovery pulls me under, back to when you were around.