Текст и слова песни Chris Flew – Socalemo
Break it off before it sticks and we can't get rid of it
Paint the cracks, fill the holes
Cover up this broken home
It's such a mess, you left it here
Hoping for a better year
With less to say and more to do
I only wish we'd made it through the one before
And in a while you'll understand
That I am just another guy
With all the faults you couldn't fix
I kept them locked away inside
What went wrong before you left?
Was it something that I said?
I only opened up for fear of falling out of touch again
And I didn't mean to make the same mistakes I swore I'd always leave
Behind with all the other skeletons the past will never let you quite let go
And in a while you'll understand
I am just another guy
With all the faults you couldn't fix
The ones that never go away
And I didn't mean to be your perfect
I never was the one
I only opened up for fear of getting too close to the sun
I met you by the bay under Sausalito skies
The bridge looks different in the winter
And the Sacramento rain keeps on falling as I write
In this letter never sent
To a girl I used to dream of
And three words I never meant
Paint the cracks, fill the holes
Cover up this broken home
It's such a mess, you left it here
Hoping for a better year
With less to say and more to do
I only wish we'd made it through the one before
And in a while you'll understand
That I am just another guy
With all the faults you couldn't fix
I kept them locked away inside
What went wrong before you left?
Was it something that I said?
I only opened up for fear of falling out of touch again
And I didn't mean to make the same mistakes I swore I'd always leave
Behind with all the other skeletons the past will never let you quite let go
And in a while you'll understand
I am just another guy
With all the faults you couldn't fix
The ones that never go away
And I didn't mean to be your perfect
I never was the one
I only opened up for fear of getting too close to the sun
I met you by the bay under Sausalito skies
The bridge looks different in the winter
And the Sacramento rain keeps on falling as I write
In this letter never sent
To a girl I used to dream of
And three words I never meant
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