I bloom when I fall into the old ways and days,
It's not hard to when all I see is you in my mind,
I can't escape this and am unsure if I want to,
I couldn't replace what's grown or what will...
The songs on the radio can tell me your on my mind,
The places I visit only remind...
Spring wasn't that long ago, your left over impressions still appear on my window..
If I wasn't far from reach, would you be here in my bed?
It's not hard to when all I see is you in my mind,
I can't escape this and am unsure if I want to,
I couldn't replace what's grown or what will...
The songs on the radio can tell me your on my mind,
The places I visit only remind...
Spring wasn't that long ago, your left over impressions still appear on my window..
If I wasn't far from reach, would you be here in my bed?
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