Letra de This Year

You talk slow
You're Tennessee railroad
This year
Next year
This is where I left you, this is where you left me
Time loop buried in your long sleeves
When you regulate with emptiness
What good is left
Am I trying too hard to forget your mess?
Going back to Detroit, in the basement with the carpet
And the sounds that we hid under blankets and headlights and black skies
Blurry nosebleed, Heaven help me

And I know it's been too long
This sickness my wreckage, no sleep no sweat

Give in give up
Give up this cost