Those times i recall when I sit back and drag myself a few steps down.
late nights and long drinks we had to fall into vacant blocks of memories.
the mix and match that took a hold,
that screwed us up and left us cold,
that left me sitting here all by myself,
tell me where did it take the turn,
that got me hot then left me burnt
and now I'm sitting here all by myself.
I'm issing you by my side, now I've just got myself for company.
Those perfect things you said to me,
will never disappear or attempt to leave me.
Late nights, long drinks, those perfect things.
You're leaving me.