Texty

I took our pictures off the wall Threw away all my sweatshirts you wore in the fall My friends say that I should move on But they don't know you like I do How you love sleepin' in, watchin' TV Sittin' in your comfy chair when you read Yeah, you still have my heart That's the hardest part It wasn't your fault, and it wasn't mine We were a match made in Heaven, just at the wrong time And I know it might be too late But I still think about you every damn day So maybe down the road You can come back and we can give this another go I've tried to forget Let go of the past, put all of it to bed, but part of me won't let you go So, baby, I want you to know It wasn't your fault, and it wasn't mine We were a match made in Heaven, just at the wrong time And I know it might be too late But I still think about you every damn day So maybe down the road You can come back and we can give this another go Go, go Don't leave me No, no, no I won't let you go Oh-oh, I want you to know It wasn't your fault, and it wasn't mine We were a match made in Heaven, just at the wrong time And I know it might be too late But I still think about you every damn day So maybe down the road You can come back and we can give this another go Go, go Don't leave me No, no, no I won't let you go Oh-oh, I want you to know We can give this another go
Writer(s): Chris Piquette, Logan Michael Szpila Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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