To the south end.
To the store there,
Got coffee
And it's reeling in my bones.

'Cause it feels like that time when
We were outside in the snow.
And she looked at me and smiled
The songs that said so.

'Cause that was early last summer,
Can't you keep your fuckin'
Memories to yourself?
It's totally dead now.

I won't descend.
You're the same, the shame again.
This is the last round before there.
This is the way to go

And we will never know.
'Cause it feels like that time that
We were outside in the snow.
That was early last summer,

Can't you keep your fuckin'
Money for the road?
It's totally spent now.
I want descent.

You're the same, the shame again.
Write down this wasted time,
Slippin' from my fingers to your own.
It's totally gone now.

I won't descend.
You are at least a song
The main light in myself.
No one else buys in right now.

All that's left now, frozen still,
This is the last time,
That was the last
This is the last town,

This is the last time,
This is the last way,
That we will ever know.
This is the last frown,

This is the last sound,
This is the last way,
To shake this thing around,
Around and 'round my darling.
No one deserves you right now.

Baby, I do.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): AUGUST CINJUN TATE, CEDRIC LEMOYNE, JOE IPPOLITO