walking the dogs

I wrote it all down, don't know what came over me But I think I know now which memories I need to keep And I cried on a plane next to a woman I don't know And I looked insane, but I couldn't hold it in So I wrote it all down, everything Candles on the beach when we all went to Mexico Fucking on the jet on the way there and way home I hate the fact you're rich and worried 'bout fame I wish you wouldn't fall back into your stage name I know, that's just not the way it goes Adelaide in April, when we danced 'til evеryone was gone It felt likе for the first time, we were better at it than anyone And I hate the fact that I'll never replace it Every time I dance, I still see your face But it's long gone, 'cause I'm not the one you want Sitting in a treehouse, drinking coffee, walking the dogs Simple in the nighttime feels so full calling you love Pressing my forehead to yours, call it magic We sound so insane, but how lucky are we to have it? Oh, God, how could you ever give it up? Seven hours 'til I get home and I start from scratch again But I don't wanna do that, you made me the happiest