Lyrics
Can you take me from the ghosts that reside in this house?
They're wearing your clothes, and they're starting to get loud
It's just that time of year
Always (always)
I feel it in my collarbone, it's where I start to ache
There's comfort in the sadness and the mess I seem to make
But I can't explain
It's just that time of year again
No one's gonna miss you like I do
But it's too late to know now
No one's gonna know you like I do
You're always on my mind, my mind
Sold my morals for a smoke somewhere in LA
Asking strangers for their star signs, and they think that it's foreplay
But it's hard to explain
Has it been this way always? (Always, always)
You know my body more than most, but we only talk in tongues
I need a conversation, but you suck the air from my lungs
No leaves under my feet
It's that time of year always (always, always, always)
No one's gonna miss you like I do
But it's too late to know now
No one's gonna miss me like I do
You're always on my mind, my mind
My mind, my mind
It's you, you, you, you're on my mind
You, you, you, all the time
You, you, you, you're on my mind
It's you (you), you (you), you (you), you're on my mind
You (you), you (you), you (you), all the time
You (you), you (you), you (you), on my mind
Laying in my childhood bedroom when it's getting warm again
I'll keep on the heating, so it stays like that then always
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