A Week At The Most Songtext - Fireside

A Week At The Most - Fireside

Am i forgotten
And alone
I try to manage
On my own
The memory grows cold
And my eyes dry out

Didn't she tell me
I was the one
How come she tried
Three years in a row
Her hair in my mouth
Her annoying sighs

She said i was good
Sometimes
A week at the most
I tried to make up to that
But now all is lost

I found her crying
At the shore
And i was too dumb
To let her go
I miss that sand
And i miss that snow


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