I miss you most on winter mornings,
As we drift we sleep through evenings,
We drive into the cold and dark with fingers crossed, I follow your lies to the point of getting lost
And all, I had, was the play memorie of what was, so lets pretend it never mattered to us, I hope this message finds you well, never thought I'd live to tell
Just to survive, we do what we can, we read the map 10 times, and we make the plans, and by our design, and right it down, to get me by, the worst time in my life
And all, I had, was the play memorie of what was, so lets pretend it never mattered to us, I hope this message finds you well, never thought I'd live to tell, whats a dream and what is real, the way I really feel
I hope this message finds you well,
I never thought I'd lve to tell,
whats a dream and what is real
So lets pretend this is the ending,
to the message I've benn sending,
sending.....
And all, I had, was the play memorie of what was, so lets pretend it never mattered to us, I hope this message finds you well, never thought I'd live to tell, whats a dream and what is real, the way I really feel
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