Looking up at the ceiling
Covered with last night’s heavy snow
Half of them melted,
the other half is here with us
Driving through overcast, but shines a few
Silent view on snowy hills, yet we were true
Down the hills, we’re always late
I hate the cold
We had to shiver in the dark, with frozen toes
Snacking churros through the night
We had each other
At least, that was what I thought
But you weren’t there,
And maybe it’s my fucking fault
I thought I had you
I thought you had me
I thought I loved you
I thought you loved me, too
Looking up at the ceiling
Covered with last night’s heavy snow
All of them melted — now nothing's left with us
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Source: genie
Romanised by JHnimm
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