Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I saw you from the bottom of the stairs
Before you knew I was coming
And though nervous and scared, I lingered on
I heard most things break
By the ends of these types of nights
So I'll force upon every word I've brushed up on
Since knowing we won't speak like this again
[Verse 2]
You've got a certain who knows what about you
And I've got a small amount of time
To figure out what it is exactly
And to whom does it apply?
But I know for a fact that these are broken nights
Covered in bottles with the stench of loss of life
And I know that it's quite
Heartbreaking we won't speak like this again
Written by: Brendan Taylor Francis Lukens, Modern Baseball
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out