Lyrics:
Started off young
But there's not much to grasp
But my feet in the grass
With a note from the past
All I wanted was to run
Umbrella clasp
River rocks from my bag
With a treehouse to laugh
Crying through the phone
Was it too much to ask
Just create me to last
Takeoff just to crash

Hold on nostalgia I can't lose another
Another month I'll give up until its
Soft like the summer
I move like the rain in july
In your eyes
I could almost see
Gold on
Gold on the scars that you cover
Forest of knives and guns until we
Love one another
I knew the pain in goodbye
I couldn't cry if I wanted to

But I don't need saving
No money could buy
Buy my health by myself
Feelings cave in
These four walls
Calling me names
Playing games

Crying through the phone
Was it too much to ask
Just create me to last
Takeoff just to crash
Hold on nostalgia I can't lose another
Another month I'll give up until its
Soft like the summer
I move like the rain in july
In your eyes
I could almost see
Gold on
Gold on the scars that you cover
Forest of knives and guns until we
Love one another
I knew the pain in goodbye
I couldn't cry if I wanted to

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