how did I find my way home this time?
I stumbled across my guilty pleasure.
so, nostalgia I'll scratch your back if you scratch mine.
I'll write my thoughts in this lake
reflect it into the clouds
and watch it rain on this town
I'll close my eyes and hope for sleep
I'll never learn my lesson
the sun goes down at the worst times
and it makes it hard for me to sleep
and I know there are thousands of secrets
that you're willing to keep from me
and now I'm back at Surf Drive again
you've heard it once and you've heard it all but what can I do?
I guess you were right, Massachusetts boy never give up.
i'll let my guilt speak for itself when I say
I need this like a lie needs beleif.
I'm just tired of letting go
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