Park Jefferson - There's Too Much Talk About Ghosts | Текст песни

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I’m taking pictures of the people that belong on my wall, to remind myself of summer and the way it felt last Fall. When I could sleep. And I can’t sleep.

I can’t do this, Em. You’re faded and I’ve turned to black, as far as I can tell. I can’t do this, Emily. You can’t just put your trust in me, I’ll leave you once again.

Once again, I’ll fade to black. It’s too late to call. It’s too late and nothing will ever be the same at all.

I’m restless like the summer, worn out like father’s day cards. Dripping from top floor windows, I threw up blood and crashed my car.

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