Your ashtray spilled onto your bed.
Burning holes in your sheets like the ones in your head.
Your needle weaves through your sweater, patching up the holes in your arms getting redder.
Well I don't know, a hold too close.
I don't know, you've always loved the coast.
Growing up, way too fast.
In retrospect, I've always loved the past.
You model your actions by your friends.
Even though, they lead to your end.
Together, we would waste the days.
Because of you, I'm glad I choose to stay.
Well I don't know, a hold too close.
Still don't know, we loved the coast.
You're growing old, way too fast.
In retrospect, I've always loved the past.
I don't know, a hold too close.
Still don't know, I've always loved the coast.
Growing old, way too fast.
In retrospect, I've always loved the past.