end of our story

Can we have our hands held tight on a real blue night, cause I need you here, wanna call you mine

I done fucked up once and now you hate me, but I'll still remember you past 80

Can we have our hands held tight on a real blue night, cause I need you here, wanna call you mine

I done fucked up once and now you hate me, so is this really the end of our story

Let me talk you through my mind, cause it's all filled with you

But even if I say these things, you won't believe the truth

White shirt, blue jeans, you're cute, who me?

Memories left afar

I don't know how I'll live this life without you in my arms

She said to me, I've seen you in my dreams