Letras
Sweet joy, deployed from random access memory
On this day some years ago you glowed a magic energy
From dancing to having sex to being lovers then to friends to me
Pleading to the death, believe that I am not your enemy
Twenty some teen in the fashion and the metadata
Passion can't regret it later, ballad from your entertainer
Dirty lens with a finger in the top corner
Tall order, this pic hit me hard as Pop Warner
Cry French, laugh Portuguese, emote Spanish
My whole vantage looking back on romances
Find a mate, be a closer, baby don't panic
Now I'm back at the plate, batting low average
Mendoza line, yeah my shorty knows she's fine
On the key low a crime, sniff in to hold the crying
Could've been, it'd be different if you'd know the climb
It's clearly over time to go delete this photo I
Wish you all the best
Wish you all the best
Wish you all the best
Wish you all the best
Wish you all the best
Wish you all the best
Wish you all the best
Wish you all the best
I think it's best to let it rest
This image is the only way to get in you in that dress
Took forever to prepare who were you trying to impress?
If it was me, I'm sorry that I ain't affirm you at your best
The worst of me is left, gained weight since this was taken
Gained wealth, lost patience and the world within a breath
Tried to say it with my chest, I think it's time for breaking
What we built, we'll say goodbye and separately mourn it as a death
Glance at every single pixel, smiles ear to ear
My hand around your waist like letting go's my biggest fear
Poised to conquer all before me, Arthur to your Guinevere
Partner to whom the vision's clear, martyr to terrific years
Memories so distant that they start to feel like fiction
Another picture in my phone and more like scrolling is a mission
Addition to it's missing leads me to my disposition
Emitting out this diction while I'm in my deep affliction, I