Miles away and I can't seem to shake
The smell of your car in 2003:
Beach air and bad tunes
Stale smoke and junk food
Tell her to stay and you'll scare her away
Staying the same just makes everything change
I'm plowing right through friends I don't talk to
Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view
80's through the 50's
Breezes make me think of you
And I'll count down the days
Just like I count down before I go away
Trying to get used to not being there with you
Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view
80's through the 50's
Breezes make me think of you
When you see me sliding out of view
80's through the 50's
Breezes make me think of you
It got chilly this Saturday
And with my hands in my pockets I walked around in circles like "Oh no, I'm totally fucked."
It's one thing to grow old but I'm collecting dust
The smell of your car in 2003:
Beach air and bad tunes
Stale smoke and junk food
Tell her to stay and you'll scare her away
Staying the same just makes everything change
I'm plowing right through friends I don't talk to
Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view
80's through the 50's
Breezes make me think of you
And I'll count down the days
Just like I count down before I go away
Trying to get used to not being there with you
Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view
80's through the 50's
Breezes make me think of you
When you see me sliding out of view
80's through the 50's
Breezes make me think of you
It got chilly this Saturday
And with my hands in my pockets I walked around in circles like "Oh no, I'm totally fucked."
It's one thing to grow old but I'm collecting dust
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