Late nights, won’t do me justice
‘Cause when I drink I just get so damn depressed
And it’s, it’s not like, I ain’t trying to get over you
It’s just hard to look at all the seasons, pass me over too

And I say, oh, seems like I’m always on my own
Seems like I’m never coming home
Seems like I’m always on my
All the stars and boulevards ain’t close enough for you

One last phone call from you, it wouldn’t hurt much
I’d just like to hear your voice and pretend to touch
Any inch of you that hasn’t said it all
Or read it all or sung my life away


omygod davichi sing it SANG ITTTTT<3

davichi - orgel