So tired, find myself falling asleep
Strung out, giving up fighting, then I find a letter from you
So drawn, find myself reading your words
Memories filling my head up and then I get that vision of you
And after all of these years, I'm sitting here in my room
There's 45 photos of you, and me, and now
All that i wanted to do, is sit out and stare into nothing
With nothing better to do, then to sit here laughing with you
Talking shit with you
Lay low, hiding myself in my room
New doubts filling my head up, until I start to think about you
Simple, life was so easy back then
Drunk, stoned, young and naive I was living my dream out with you
Now after all of these years, I'm sitting here in my room
There's 45 photos of you, and me, and now
All that I wanted to do, is sit out and stare into nothing
With nothing better to do, then to sit here laughing with you
Talking shit with you
All that I wanted to do, is sit out and stare into nothing
With nothing better to do, then to sit here laughing with you
Talking shit with you
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