Lyrics
I won't go out tonight
I'll hang some pictures up
From when we were outiside
And drinking from our cups
The vulges and the core
That made us feel so warm
In our bodies and our all out our mouth
The hanging of the frame
No empty space remains
I know to read my dust
The summer will decay
Push the glass away from your mouth tonight
And call me over soon to your house
Writer(s): Chazwick Bundick
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