Yeah…
Late nights, low lights… you still here...
I am a masterpiece ,flawed but good
Every part of me beats real and bold...
My bus still passes by the place we knew,
where we once bought paints...
Yo, kick back, let's dive into a tale,
'Bout Fluffy Blueberry Cinnamon Rolls, without...
If our souls meet again,
let mine forget hers...
The sun begins to bow
As the candlelight vigil begins...
Hold my hand oh, hold it tight once more,
Remember the crowd, for me you once ignored...
You’re healing a heart you didn’t break,
It comes so naturally to you...
I used to joke about your name
as if it didn’t fit you...