Shut me up
Old time love
Throw out the souvenir
Cover me up
Tired eyes
Pointless nights
No longer the summer rain
At least we tried
You can miss something and not want it back
Maybe we're missing out
Or are we right where we're meant
Hazy mornings
Cover stories
Urgency of summer
And every detail
Force the past to
Fit in your hands
My palms are all torn up
From holding on
Rehashing all of the hours
That we spent
Wasting time pretending it was more than it meant
Made it sound like we burned out
We were just bruised
I make excuses for you and only you.