you said remembering would feel too much like moving back home
flatsound
- 歌手（原记录）
- flatsound
A house, a home, a window
You were here before the floorboards
Broke in on themselves like black holes
Are the promises you keep
Just for people that you want?
Because you can't read
Any of our old conversations
But I read them so often
It's like we still talk