Heather Grey Songtext
von Public Library Commute

If fall days, brown eyes, roots in my apartment
And we grew, passed by, plans were always solid
I know you need out sometimes, head on the glass by traffic lights
Thoughts never felt so blind, so we take off in a maze and dive


Driving circles, growing sick of the weather
Hair the gray, you fell asleep in my sweatshirt
I′ll leave the world and make a new one together
I tell my mom that I'll be back in November
It′s all for the better

Hallways, burnt skies, ride with clouds we're lost in
And we drew this line back when we were falling
I know you need out sometimes, head on the glass by traffic lights
Thoughts never felt so blind, so we take off in a maze and dive

Driving circles, growing sick of the weather
Hair the gray, you fell asleep in my sweatshirt
I'll leave the world and make a new one together
I tell my mom that I′ll be back in November
It′s all for the better