12/11/17

And all those old things you’re upset about

In a haunted house you could live with out

I had slept by all my clothes and things

You had left with me; you had set the scene



Coming up the sidewalk, all I want to do is talk

I always want to run my mouth, I always think it’s not my fault

If you want to know the truth it’s that all the things I love will leave

That’s why I’m never leaving Florida, I just can’t survive the constant heat



I’m so lonely without you around

When you bought this house, you had things figured out

And I had slept off all the time I had in michaels van, with all my friends

Can I see you tour bus? I just never want to talk to much

I always saw In your pictures that the thing was never really painted black

I’ll always see you in the crowded rooms, with everyone I thought was cool

That’s why I’m never leaving Florida, I’d always hate if the weather matched my mood