Heather Grey by public library commute

Fall days, brown eyes
Roots in my apartment
We grew, passed by
Plans we're always stalling
I know you need out sometimes
Head on the glass by traffic lights
Thoughts never felt so blind
So we take off in a maze and I'm
Driving circles, growing sick of the weather
Heather grey, you fell asleep in my sweatshirt
We'll leave the world and make a new one together
Tell my mom that I'll be back in November
It's for the better
Hallways, burnt skies
Ride with clouds we're lost in
We drew this life
Back when we were falling
I know you need out sometimes
Head on the glass by traffic lights
Thoughts never felt so blind
So we take off in a maze and I'm
Driving circles, growing sick of the weather
Heather grey, you fell asleep in my sweatshirt
We'll leave the world and make a new one together
Tell my mom that I'll be back in November
It's for the bette

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