Texty: American Diary. Til Death Do Us Part.

Hey babe do you remember holding your breath on that cold November
day A gift that I left you fog reveals that last thing that I said

Oh oh

Hey baby do you remember the rain and the breeze
and the leave of amber days spent the winter was a decade away

And I'm missing it, is she missing me
this haunted worlds disguised were ghosts were mysteries?. Mysteries?

She sleeps alone, but still remains the outline of her lover on her mattress
every days the same day with the lost of her love she's alone on her own holiday

Say girl I know your feeling like a match burnt out
like a black widow spinning all her memories of him inside her web,
turning blisters into cancer cause she cant imagine never seeing him
the illusion that he's there his fingers through her hair, she's screaming

Da da da da da da da da

And i'm missing it, is she missing me, another day another night

She sleeps alone but still remains the outline of her lover on her mattress
every days the same day with the loss of her love she's alone on her own holiday

She waits alone but he's never coming home again