That dirty old t-shirt never looked better
Than hung on the frame of my beautiful Heather
She’s young, and I’m stung


Through all of the pain and all my denial
The arguments lasted for miles and miles

We went deep, deep into love

It’s so wrong. Maybe Heather

We weren’t made to fly
We got lost
We were too quick to love


The bedroom was burning, sweat on your face
From the golden retrievers that slept ‘cross our legs

I insisted, you resisted

It’s so wrong. Maybe Heather

We weren’t made to fly
We got lost
We were too quick to love


So don’t try and make things better
Though you’re sweet to try

We got lost
We were too quick to love…


If I’m in the kitchen, don’t call down the hall
Stay in the bedroom cause the back doors ajar
I’ll be missing. I need distance


It’s so wrong. Maybe Heather
We weren’t made to fly

We got lost
We were too quick to love


So don’t try and make things better
Though you’re sweet to try
We got lost

We were too quick to love…

If you were the steam train I was the brakes

If you were Manhattan I’m a cabin up state
Long distance
Long distance

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