Texty: Johnny Foreigner. Absolute Balance.

So make of this what you will
So many little shots in the dark
The same records, the same shoes and a smile that almost broke yr heart
Yeah, I'm all for local history
3 things I'll remember:
Her pasta was shit,
She left with a CD still playing,
And you,
You always threw yr arms around me in yr sleep.

Oooh

See that girl?
In the left-hand corner
I said, you see that guy?
Their love story is famous

Break hard
Every breath that showed
Every step I missed
I'm bound to make it brighter
I remember that night clearer now
I turned up, why the hell are we drinking up?
Holding hands and losing touch
I said it, I said it, I said it
Now I'm walking away