well we're sittin by the fire, laughing till we sore tappin boots and singin blues, wishin there was more more to memories than just nastalgia and lore mmmm
we're wishin we could feel it all just on more time listen to the music while the stars provide us light trying to keep our tears in, till after we say goodbyes till after we say goodbye
why does every good thing come to end
fishing is a with ur grandpa making bets you'll never win card games with grandma and last breathe from her lips when the sky's finally falling and ur thinkin in past tense or brothers off to college you drink to make immense broken rusty six strings and goodbyes to your friends
well it's not goodbye friend, cause i'II see you again, down the line we used to pick her roses when we were little boys
we got winter up our noses and gravel in our voice now she's overdosing cuz she's tryna hide the noise
i know it's not easy u told me from the start , but damnit no one told me it would be this fucking hard, leaving feels like dying, to this already broken heart
this already broken heart
why does every good thing come to end
fishing is a with ur grandpa making bets you'll never win
card games with grandma and last breathe from her lips when the sky's finally falling and ur thinkin in past tense or brothers off to college you drink to make immense broken rusty six strings or goodbyes to your friends
It's not goodbye friend, cause I'll see you again, down the line
