Forgotten

Counting down the remaining days
Until the day we’d meet again

And it turns out that in the end
You got me thinking 'bout the same things

Maybe I’m a lonesome sort of girl who
Just can’t let the past become erased
Only to see a picture of forgotten, far-off memories

Tinted with the thoughts of one who’s caught up
In the drama of the world
There’s more to it than that, if you’d only ever come back

[Drop]

Counting down the remaining days
Until the day we’d meet again

And it turns out that in the end
You got me thinking 'bout the same things

Maybe I’m a lonesome sort of girl who
Just can’t let the past become erased
Only to see a picture of forgotten, far-off memories

Tinted with the thoughts of one who’s caught up
In the drama of the world
There’s more to it than that, if you’d only ever come back

[Drop]