verse
left the summer a blur
little crash
little hurt
how many days are left to talk about it
getting high on the curb
wasn’t last
wasn’t first
how many days are left to talk about it
pre
if i wrote my future a letter
would it make it all better
would it make it all
chorus
i heard your healing
leaving the ghost
forgot the feeling
of weight in your soul
high on a moment
not looking backward
whatever’s coming
make the good things last
verse
underwater
in the kitchen
almost morning
bike still missing (did you miss it)
she was laughing
they were kissing
you were all by yourself
woke from dreamland
into magic
walked the city
felt it happen
operator
in the static
are you all by yourself?
yea cuz
chorus
i heard your healing
leaving the ghost
forgot the feeling
of weight in your soul
high on a moment
not looking backward
whatever’s coming
gonna make this last