Don’t look back on sundays As it means full on the snow You might be heart of it The season’s overflow
Just to the elope on cali in a cup Another sad pole How can we ever know?
Turning west for hours But the shadows fake the day Young, weak, and shattered The flowers from their grave Just to the elope on cali in a cup Another sad pole How can we ever know?
As we move passed weakness And that’s all we can forgive We remember those days From the pillow on our heads
Just to the elope on cali in a cup Another sad pole how can we ever know?
Just to the elope on cali in a cup Another sad pole How can we ever know?
