Gold Blend PT. 1

Lead me up the garden path, laying stones on the dead soil
It seems like it was inevitable that nothing here was ever going to blossom again

[Chorus]
Don’t you dare go writing one of your pathetic letters that I don’t want to read
Well, I know you said you’re sorry a thousand times already
But at 4 a.m. at night, that doesn’t mean shit

I sat on a park bench near the house you use to live in
And I thought about the nights we use to spend
And how you pull me down each day
And how every day we’re growing shorter

[Chorus]

Last night when I was walking through Streamstown
I realized that I’m better off without you here