Friends from bad habits
We shared our smokes and kept our ears to the railroad
And you pressed your head against the window
I sang a year in weeks
And you kept your eyes closed
Would you rather watch planes fly by? Would you rather forget the message?
Would you rather I forget your stories about the wreckage?
Even though they were so vivid, there was nothing really there
And you're the one that said to me "Yeah, there was nothing really there."
released September 6, 2016
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