Wide awake on a Tuesday morning I'll say 'do you think that we'll be staying in today?'
We'll hide away, because we tell ourselves it's not safe; at least that what I say until I'm Blue in the face
Sleeping through the weekend
Stolen in the backseat
Feel indifferent
(Repeating every word you said you never heard, oh when will I learn)
The tattoo that you wanted on your back, and the way that you laugh
You know I can't forget that
You went away and I tell myself that's okay:
A common way of coping with the way you left me
Do you still think about the cabin in Spring?
Walk / Pretend we know our co-ordinates