Now, The Past

I would always find a road straight back home staying up all night

One that walks me down all my sorrows

That’s what I forgot

Poor boy

You’re roaming the cold

To come at my door

You are

Not even on my mind no more

Something out there keeps the droll mind hollow can’t wait for a fight

As if the 1:45 will arrive in time

Everyone is still waiting

Go home, it’s so awkward, I’ve said it all

It’s so awkward, I can’t hold it