GC
What am supposed to do if I miss you.
Thinking about how it'd be to kiss you.
Put out my fire, just coals that simmer.
Turn to ash soon, but still got a glimmer.
FC
GFFC
We don't talk enough anymore.
We make some sounds and walk through some doors.
And I don't think I like that.
Responsible and respectable and somewhat trapped.
The mood falls low, the lights are dimmed.
Think of the bluest you've ever ever been.
Hope in the morning it's got up and gone.
Can't keep fighting them for very long.
