street souvenir Songtext
von Sour Fiction

I need a memory
I′ll have to make it up
Wish you were with me
That way it'd be less hard
And I′ve gotten pretty tired in a city that never sleeps
Went up so high, I still got time to feel low

Half sick you told me
How bad your night messed up your head
And now you're worried
You won't get up out of bed, and I′m
Losing sleep
Just to feel less alone
You′re counting clouds
I'm counting junk on my floor


And I know
You′ll fade away like the fall did
Open arms into the snow
And the winter always takes
Its sweet precious time
To fade away like the leaves did
Green to brown to nothing
And I used to think of us
Under florescent lights
Telling jokes and making noises
Pretending we're important

I need a memory
I′ll have to make it up
Wish you were with me
That way it'd be less hard