first show

 

You’re thinking of me

I can feel it in my chest

You must be getting lonely

Since you’ve moved out west

 

Let me know you still have my vinyl

Sending me some cuts

You’re still making me dizzy

Please get me out of this rut

 

You keep the ribbons tied

And I don’t really mind

Because you were everything

From the beginning of time

 

Do you write about me?

Sing songs about that night

When you couldn’t find the light

We made our wrongs right

With you I could never fight

In middle school we were tight

Until that girl was in your sight

She never treated you right

Her face was a solid painted white

She hated me out of spite

Before her you used to be so bright

I was always looking for that green light

 

From you

 

 

 

 

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