So make of this what you will
So many little shots in the dark
The same records, the same shoes and a smile that almost broke yr heart
Yeah, I'm all for local history
3 things I'll remember:
Her pasta was shit,
She left with a CD still playing,
And you,
You always threw yr arms around me in yr sleep.
Oooh
See that girl?
In the left hand corner
You see that guy?
His love story is famous
Break hard
Every breath that showed
Every step I missed
I've had to make you brighter
I remember that night clearly now
I turned up, why the hell are we drinking out?
Holding hands and losing touch
I said it, I said it, I said it
Now I'm walking away