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super eight

just know we needed to, i’m holding onto you
i’m hiding your songs that i made about you
cause i'll be sad that you're gone
but we have our fun, hun
but these weekends aren’t long
and my breaks aren’t a ton
so lets leave something great, staying at the super eight
up north in yk, ex-talk is something i hate
but i keep thinking 'bout late april, we make this shit sound okay
talking 'bout break-up dates, seemingly right state to stay

fucked you over and called you weak
our love is over don't be calling me
haven't written you a song
you just can't see whats wrong
i hate calling numbers i don't know
i love setting dates that i won't go
and i hate this place, closed my eyes, i could see your face
for the first time since the day that you broke my heart

oh no, where the fuck did he go? my mind is back in heathrow
running round airports,looking at each other's passport
i know that you hate me, i thought that you'd save me
run away, fuck up the last time you'll be able to date me
i thought that we were great together
you cant recall the weather
we ran thru forever
your bedroom you left
after september, played me like a game
you left me in a daze, where i still see your face