My mom keeps saying, I’ll get over it
But I don’t know how to
The last times I fell out of and back into
Love
Well, both those times were you
My mom keeps telling me to go out
And of course I do
I drink until i forget my
Love
After all, drinking is how I lost you
My mom tells me to be patient, to wait
That darkness is a night to get through
But sleep is chased by thoughts of
Love
Haunted by tones of you
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