mimmiamandakristiina

I remember when the days were long and the nights when the living room was on the lawn
constant quarreling, the childish fits and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman
all the slander and double speak were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean anything
but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth
and as the summer's ending the cold air will push your hard heart away
you were so condescending
and this is all that's left
scraping paper to document
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on
cup your mouth to compress the sound, skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town
and everything that I said was true as the flashes blinded us in the photobooth
well I lost track and then those words were said, you took the wheel and you steered us into my bed
soon we woke and I walked you home and it was pretty clear that it was hardly love
and as the summer's ending the cold air will rush your hard heart away
you were so condescending
and this is all that's left
scraping paper to document
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on
and as the summer's ending the cold air will rush your hard heart away
you were so condescending as the alcohol drained the days
and as the summer's ending the cold air will rush your hard heart away
you were so condescending
and this is all that's left
the empty bottles, spent cigarettes
so pack a change of clothes cause it's time to move on