Park Jefferson - Couches | Текст песни

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• Park Jefferson
• Couches

I’ve been smoking out of boredom.
And i’ve been sleeping on the couch.
When you call I’ll be right here waiting just like every day.
I hope the west coast treats you well,
and I hope that someday you’ll realize
what i’ve realized.
Give it some time to play itself out,
you will be the last one that I tell that I still love you.
Promise me you’ll be good to yourself.
Promise me that you and I will talk.
About what you’ve done here.
I will not forgive you this time,
you and I will be forgotten just like
I told you we would.