Heather Grey

Fall days, brown eyes Roots in my apartment We grew, passed by Plans we're always stalling I know you need out sometimes Head on the glass by traffic lights Thoughts never felt so blind So we take off in a maze and I'm Driving circles, growing sick of the weather Heather grey, you fell asleep in my sweatshirt We'll leave the world and make a new one together Tell my mom that I'll be back in November It's for the better Always bird skies Ride with clouds we're lost in We drew this life Back when we were falling I know you need out sometimes Head on the glass by traffic lights Thoughts never felt so blind So we take off in a maze and I'm Driving circles, growing sick of the weather Heather grey, you fell asleep in my sweatshirt We'll leave the world and make a new one together Tell my mom that I'll be back in November It's for the better