Lyrics
I washed it off
I'm coming down to nineteen again
Telling myself I should see it better
Do I miss you yet?
Do I miss everything else?
I miss that place
I miss myself
And I'm still there
On the pavement savoring familiar clouds
Telling myself that it's time to get out
Fell off my bike again
It's so embarrassing how much I want to call you now
WRITERS
Noah Weinman
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