Woorden: Long Winters (The). Putting The Days To Bed. Seven.

Your new haircut is so unfamiliar
but they only know you that way
your new teases are so hilarious
well I never thought I'd hear you say

that I did the driving and the falling knives
seemed anything was worth a try
you never said it but I think I get it
and maybe you were right

that I miss you Seven
I miss you Seven

did you see me the way I imagined
every eyelash a picket or a wire
did you tease me when I went out of fashion
and your interest in me had expired

well I stopped
but how can I really stop
and stay stopped?

I miss you Seven
(the distance helps me only so much)

is it asking too much
would you say that I
am the last thing you want
to remember me by

I miss you Seven
(the distance helps me only so much)