Old friends prefer old friends,
So i'll take you back any day now.
I keep a button in my pocket, to remind me
Of the way you look on our walks down third street.

I'm still there.
Nothing here can make me move.
I won't leave
Until the mess i've made has finally left

Don't slow down. make it count.
And when you find yourself without anyone else,
I'll be yours.

I know i fucked up. so i'm biting my tongue.
And giving you space, but just let me say. i've always been yours.

I'm rotting at the trunk.
These roots just won't budge.
Y

I'd lost hope but i'm getting better,
The last thing that i can remember,
Is waking up to nothing and no one.
A portrait of someone i don't know.

I made it out, finally found myself.
And found you, escaped what i thought was hell.
You close your eyes and whisper to me,<

Call me what you like, or just call me.
'Cause I've been dying to hear your voice again.

And you can tell me this is all my fault.
'Cause in the end, well, we both know that you're right,
I just need you to know.

If you wanted a city, I would build it.
We could climb

Against a wall, we start to rot.
Running from what we both want.
But i won't fight it anymore.
I don't want to fight with you anymore.
I'm just so tired anymore.
These days get so tired and bored.

Take my hand now,
I'm buried in the ground.
Pull me back up,