
Love these guys! <3

Sometimes it’s a pair of, old faded denim I know.
It’s gonna fit me like a friend.
Or some radio song, you can’t help but sing a long.
Wishing they’d spin it over and over again.
Could be the windows down on a Sunday drive,
smell of rain on a summer night.
Anything that brings a little more comfort my way.
But sometimes, there’s those times.
It’s gotta be you…
I keep telling myself I’m moving on, but I’m stumbling.
Well even my heart was strong enough,
but now I’m wondering.
But every step I take that leads me away,
just circles back to your door.
Oh wishing I didn’t love you anymore.