There's six more weeks of winter, the chapter's almost done
Within a maze of cellars, we are the only ones
Who thought this would be fun
So drag me through the learning, the countless storylines
And find new resolutions within each sunrise
I think I've made up my mind
I'm just falling asleep, it's not moving on
'Cause last night's fanning the flame of what's dead and gone
It's preemptive nostalgia, I'd call you but I won't hear back
But if the spring gave something to you
Leave, grow, come back
Mimosas and a lighter, the same seats at the bar
The dawn is creeping closer, asking who we are
Is this the best part
Raised hands, empty streets, people we forgot to be and
Long nights, memories, I can hardly wait to meet myself
They tell me I'm doing fine
I don't believe them
I'm just falling asleep, it's not moving on
'Cause last night's fanning the flame of what's dead and gone
It's preemptive nostalgia, I'd call you but I won't hear back
But if the spring gave something to you
Leave, grow, come back
I'm just falling asleep, it's not moving on
'Cause last night's been in the flame of what's dead and gone
It's preemptive nostalgia, I'd call you but I won't hear back
But if the spring gave something to you
Leave, grow, come back