Flatsound

Distance

Flatsound


We sat inside your car
Down the street is where you parked
And that is where we talked
About what kind of guy I am

I thought you were being distant
Because you needed distance
I'll drape these words across my chest
Everything is my fault

And I did not mean to make
This the worst night of your life

I need you to know what happened
It's been eating away at me
I'll drape these words across my chest
Everything is my fault

I thought that you were distant
Because you needed distance
I'll drape these words across my chest
Everything is my fault

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