To:Amy Songtext
We were at the table talking
Something about going to Rome.
It was never going to happen
But maybe I could
Do a normal thing like a normal man can
Like sitting on an airplane and not gasping for air.
In the aisle, while you were looking the other way.
I felt like I was dying and I might of if you were any further away.
Something about going to Rome.
It was never going to happen
But maybe I could
Do a normal thing like a normal man can
Like sitting on an airplane and not gasping for air.
In the aisle, while you were looking the other way.
I felt like I was dying and I might of if you were any further away.
I don’t want to leave the city. I always struggle sleeping in a hotel room.
I might write to Amy, maybe on my way to the airport.
It’s early December and I’m on my way.
In the taxi backseat, I caught my own eye in the mirror.
I look kind of like you, I didn’t try to.
You can’t help your hair’s getting thinner.
I don’t want to leave the city. I always struggle sleeping in a hotel room.
In the taxi
The backseat
You’re not there.
In the taxi
The backseat
You’re not there.
I don’t want to leave the city. I always struggle sleeping in a hotel room.
I might write to Amy, maybe on my way to the airport.
It’s early December and I’m on my way.
In the taxi backseat, I caught my own eye in the mirror.
I look kind of like you, I didn’t try to.
You can’t help your hair’s getting thinner.
I don’t want to leave the city. I always struggle sleeping in a hotel room.
In the taxi
The backseat
You’re not there.
In the taxi
The backseat
You’re not there.
I don’t want to leave the city. I always struggle sleeping in a hotel room.
