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Days like this

Where the sun sets at six

Tastes of nostalgia

With dreams in the mix

Smells of autumn leaves, and steel

You'll have to grieve before you heal

I often find myself

Trapped in my own world

For at least a couple hours

Smiling at nothing

Mapping out

Trivial shit that came to be

Just to show that we really care

Just thinking of what could have been

Of what could happen

We dance till sunset

My hand on your waist

Always only living for now

Only ever living for now

I look in your eyes

Get lost in your face

They called me an old soul once

Like I lapped the sun a hundred times

Trapped in my own world

For at least a couple hours

Smiling at nothing

Mapping out

Trivial shit that came to be

Just to show that we really care

Just thinking of what could have been

Of what could happen

Trapped in my own world

For at least a couple hours

Smiling at nothing

Mapping out

Trivial shit that came to be

Just to show that we really care

Just thinking of what could have been

Of what could happen