When you moved to this town, I knew, I had no chance to keep my cool.
So we hung out, and I found out, I was right.
All of the warnings meant nothing
when you showed up at my front door
and the sunset was enormous in my eyes.
End of the summer. It felt over. What am I to do? Is it so wrong, is it so wrong to
hang out with you.
Yeah I was blinded by the season, watched the grass turned from green to brown, while I waited to for my moment to arrive.
Just give me a reason, to believe, that it didn’t mean anything and I’ll try to move on, yeah get on with my life.
I know, I know that it’s a fantasy, but I’m buying in.
If you never believe in the fantasy, why even try again?
Hey Stephen I could give you 50 reasons why I should be the one you choose. All those other girls, well they’re beautiful, but would they write a song for you?
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