In the car, windows down
Drove just to hear the sound
In my head, what I found
It’s all to familiar now
And I’m losing sleep, love
Over all these simple things
Still I’m holding on
To your old sweatshirt
The black one
With the cigarette burns
It’s smells like your perfume
There’s always a part of me
That’s holding on to your
Deep green eyes
How they looked at mine
Polaroids all those summer nights
Do you think of me too
There’s always a part of me
That’s holding on to you
In my sight I’ll reach
Close enough to hear you breathe
Feel it rush
Over me
With every single word you speak
And I’m losing sleep, love
Over all these simple things
Still I’m holding on
To your old sweatshirt
The black one
With the cigarette burns
It’s smells like your perfume
There’s always a part of me
That’s holding on to your
Deep green eyes
How they looked at mine
Polaroids all those summer nights
Do you think of me too
There’s always a part of me
That’s holding on to you
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