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Waiting by the coach in your winter coat
Telling me go careful in the snow
It's 3am and if I'm late again
I just don't think they're gonna let it go
Tell me how they named you for a meteor
Give me a good talking to when I get bored
Take the hit you know I'm good for it
I don't care I promise that I don't
There's a photo of us on an old phone
Looking straight at the lens in your old clothes
Little buckets of light and a cold spell
There's just nothing to write if it ends well
There's a photo of us on an old phone
Looking straight at the lens in your old clothes
Little buckets of light and a cold spell
There's just nothing to write if it ends well
There's a photo of us on an old phone (I've not seen it in years)
Looking straight at the lens in your old clothes (It's a memory now)
Little buckets of light and a cold spell (In the coldest winter)
There's just nothing to write if it ends well (if it ends well)