Days like this
Where the sun sets at six
Tastes of nostalgia
With dreams in the mix
Smells of autumn leaves, and steel
You'll have to grieve before you heal
I often find myself
Trapped in my own world
For at least a couple hours
Smiling at nothing
Mapping out
Trivial shit that came to be
Just to show that we really care
Just thinking of what could have been
Of what could happen
We dance till sunset
My hand on your waist
Always only living for now
Only ever living for now
I look in your eyes
Get lost in your face
They called me an old soul once
Like I lapped the sun a hundred times
Trapped in my own world
For at least a couple hours
Smiling at nothing
Mapping out
Trivial shit that came to be
Just to show that we really care
Just thinking of what could have been
Of what could happen
Trapped in my own world
For at least a couple hours
Smiling at nothing
Mapping out
Trivial shit that came to be
Just to show that we really care
Just thinking of what could have been
Of what could happen