Lyrics

Stacked up to my height Turn and see you cry Crumpled down to my size Broken by your fathers vice Those years you don't remember I spent crumpling leather In the seat next to where you drive Where you gave your best advice Your favorite song line hurts I didn't understand it at first But an empty seat on your drive home Reminds me of how often you are alone
Writer(s): James William Clayton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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