Burning through the days with an endless fuse
And watching all the cars hoping I see you
If only I had known then that I'd be here
I would've kept you in my head just to stay clear
I wasn't looking for the warning in disguise
A new year takes its toll
And nothing's changed I know
Another summer to spend alone
Another search for someone to phone
Another hour to waste with
Empty spaces, pointless chases
I know you don't care about me now
I'm living with a hope that we somehow
Make it back to the thirty-eighth street days
I never got the taste out of my mouth
Of fake love sweet enough to make me drown
And no I never got the timeline matched up
But I'll keep playing on the strings of bad luck
And you know I never wanna tell you lies
The way it seems to go
Nothing's changed I know
Another summer to spend alone
Another search for someone to phone
Another hour to waste with
Empty spaces, pointless chases
I know you don't care about me now
I'm living with a hope that we somehow
Make it back to the thirty-eighth street days
I know you don't care about me now!
I'm living with a hope that we somehow
Make it back to the thirty-eighth street days
Maybe we were never meant to figure out
Whats the point in even trying to think of
How to make it back to the thirty-eighth street days
I know you don't care about me now
I'm living with a hope that we somehow
Make it back to the thirty-eighth street days
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Burning through the days with an endless fuse
And watching all the cars hoping I see you
If only I had known then that I'd be here
I would've kept you in my head just to stay clear
I wasn't looking for the warning in disguise
A new year takes its toll
And nothing's changed I know
Another summer to spend alone
Another search for someone to phone
Another hour to waste with
Empty spaces, pointless chases
I know you don't care about me now
I'm living with a hope that we somehow
Make it back to the thirty-eighth street days
I never got the taste out of my mouth
Of fake love sweet enough to make me drown
And no I never got the timeline matched up
But I'll keep playing on the strings of bad luck
And you know I never wanna tell you lies
The way it seems to go
Nothing's changed I know
Another summer to spend alone
Another search for someone to phone
Another hour to waste with
Empty spaces, pointless chases
I know you don't care about me now
I'm living with a hope that we somehow
Make it back to the thirty-eighth street days
I know you don't care about me now!
I'm living with a hope that we somehow
Make it back to the thirty-eighth street days
Maybe we were never meant to figure out
Whats the point in even trying to think of
How to make it back to the thirty-eighth street days
I know you don't care about me now
I'm living with a hope that we somehow
Make it back to the thirty-eighth street days
And watching all the cars hoping I see you
If only I had known then that I'd be here
I would've kept you in my head just to stay clear
I wasn't looking for the warning in disguise
A new year takes its toll
And nothing's changed I know
Another summer to spend alone
Another search for someone to phone
Another hour to waste with
Empty spaces, pointless chases
I know you don't care about me now
I'm living with a hope that we somehow
Make it back to the thirty-eighth street days
I never got the taste out of my mouth
Of fake love sweet enough to make me drown
And no I never got the timeline matched up
But I'll keep playing on the strings of bad luck
And you know I never wanna tell you lies
The way it seems to go
Nothing's changed I know
Another summer to spend alone
Another search for someone to phone
Another hour to waste with
Empty spaces, pointless chases
I know you don't care about me now
I'm living with a hope that we somehow
Make it back to the thirty-eighth street days
I know you don't care about me now!
I'm living with a hope that we somehow
Make it back to the thirty-eighth street days
Maybe we were never meant to figure out
Whats the point in even trying to think of
How to make it back to the thirty-eighth street days
I know you don't care about me now
I'm living with a hope that we somehow
Make it back to the thirty-eighth street days
Writer: Shawn Abhari, Wyatt Clem, Zachary Siddiqui
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.