Messes - Thirteen Centuries | Текст песни

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I'm writing this to tell you:

From the last phone call our parents missed,
to the day you packed your bags. Now I'm crying at a friends house--it's snowing. Just like it was thirteen years ago, thirteen centuries.
Cold calls across state lines. Leah what the fuck were you thinking?

You'll never understand how much I miss you.