Letras
Driving by your house
I see the lights on
Winter weighs me down
Like it's something I've done
But I can't help you now
I can't help you now
Flying on our bikes
Hands off the handles
Summer burns just like
A Roman Candle
But I can't help you now
I can't help you now
It was
Sweet but it still stings
We were
Close to the real thing
I know
It was time to call it
If we're being honest
I wouldn't call it a fling
Passing days revolve
Like a spinning record
I just can't turn off
They all blur together
But I can't help you now
I can't help you now
It was
Sweet but it still stings
We were
Close to the real thing
I know
It was time to call it
If we're being honest
I wouldn't call it a fling
I don't want to
Let this go
But I know that I should
Passed it's prime but
For a while it was
So good
It was
Sweet but it still stings
We were
Close to the real thing
I know
It was time to call it
If we're being honest
I wouldn't call it a fling