plate gla** smashed
your hair looks good gla**
your hair looks like strands
of gold romantic, and
arctic fox, cold rocks
in the trees
please don't forget your hometown
you used to drive
and oh you used to see your friends
you used to be good friends
you used to have good friends
you used to have good
slow like snow
follows you
you used to call
pick up your phone
romantic eyes
it comes as no surprise
you're go back
you're gonna forget your past
you were so far gone
you were so alone
sitting by yourself
in the morning sun