old table

Where do these feelings come?
Bad things, bad
Sometimes I want to forgive you,
But I don’t, I
Pretend to be lost in days thought again
I’ll run away from the things make me doubt
And you must always take all the dregs with you
Things like the old table where we sat and talked
Old table
Old table
Old table, yours
Pretend to be lost in days thought again
I’ll run away from the things make me doubt
And you must always take all the dregs with you
Things like the old table where we sat and talked
Old table
Old table
Old table
Old table, yours