Sunday Drag from Dynamics by Sites

Waking up in a daze
Clothes tossed and strewn
Light bleeds through the edges of the shade
And fills up my room
I can feel a new cold from the window
Sunday about noon
I can hear your voice now
Please hear me out
Don't leave so soon

And don't get me wrong you can lie to yourself
If thats what you want to do
You've crinked out your neck from looking back
Not whats in front of you
So obsessed with the past
It's holding you back
That much I can assume
Let it go be with her
A bright future looms

I don't think it's wrong
To drift on back to some old forgotten summer
And it won't be long
Till you realize you once had all you had ever wanted

I can feel it come I can feel it go
That's the memories fading
I can feel it's gone when I let you go
That's your memory fading
I can feel it come I can feel it go
That's the memories fading
I can feel it's gone when I let you go
That's your memory fading

And I don't think it's wrong
To drift on back to some old forgotten summer
And it won't be long
Till you realize you once had all you had ever wanted

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