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from HEYDAY by Lucas Miré



I remember what we wore.
I remember what was said.
You were riding shotgun in my car;
I was in over my head.

It was too much, too soon.
Our yellows turned to blues.
Bought and sold was just for rent.

We just let it go, and I still don’t know why.
Though sometimes I want to pick up the phone.
Oh, but now I know, I may never know why.
These sleeping dogs we should just leave alone.
‘Cause we, we couldn't get off the ground,
so I guess I’ll just see you around.

And it seems so silly now:
how your friends caused you to doubt,
how i left you alone at Amy’s party,
and your delayed rage leaked out.

I could see it build in your pretty eyes.
When your hopes and your fears, they collided.
We’re both hearts marked lost, not found.


So I saw you today,
but I don't think you saw me.
Maybe we all have to pay somehow
for who and what we used to be.

If I never know what to believe in,
does that mean we can call it even?
I hope this finally sets me free.



from HEYDAY, released August 26, 2014


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