Last Year

Last year I would try to deny I love you

And this year you're all that I want

Last year I’d cry about my feelings

And right now I might need a blunt

When I look up at this space, in the sky and I stare

I just wish that I wasn't here alone

It's big and wide so much space for me to hide

It is something I used to call home

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