Memories of waves crashing over me
Cold summer days playing down on the old south beach
We were too young to understand
We were to busy letting sand slip through our hands
We never cared much about growing old
We were too busy trying look cool while we smoked
It’s been a long time since I spoke to you
Seasons came and went and you stayed were you had moved
I sank my fangs into anything to slow down time
Though were no longer moving forward
I suspect we’re on the same deadline
I chugged wine when you drove away
To live where the sea’s a different name
Dead flowers are all that remain
In a place that now feels quite strange
Falling off the edge at 23
Wishing I could be swinging from your old oak tree
Tell me all about possibilities
Tell me something quick cause I’m feeling lost at sea
I sank my fangs into anything to slow down time
Though were no longer moving forward
I suspect we’re on the same deadline
I chugged wine when you drove away
To live where the sea’s a different name
Dead flowers are all that remain
In a place that now feels quite strange
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