West Gura - Broken Record Lyrics

Your sweater's sitting in a box
It's held together by some tape to keep it locked
But I still smell that rose perfume
That you sprayed on in my room
And they say that all good things always come to an end
It sounds so easy up until you feel regret
But I guess I'm still too young to know if you're the one
Smokey life I'm fading into you
Empty like a Sunday afternoon
Smokey life I'm fading into you
Empty like a Sunday afternoon
Your name is written in my notes
So much to tell you since the day that we last spoke
But my hands won't let me send
All the things I wish I said
Cause' something still tells me I should always look for more
So I go out every weekend trying to explore
But nothing ever works
I'm just a broken record girl
Smokey life I'm fading into you
Empty like a Sunday afternoon
Smokey life I'm fading into you
Empty like a Sunday afternoon
Smokey life I'm fading into you
Empty like a Sunday afternoon
(No but like seriously, love you but like...)