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These myopic words I rewrote again to say. Tangoed with the urge of begging you to stay. Something deep in me knew you had to slide away. I was a dollar short and a thousand days too late. Champagne Mornings at 80 degrees. You knew that So Cal was never meant for me. Would it matter if I told you I'm still hung up on you? Would it matter if I told you though you're with somebody new? I hope to hell all of this passes. Let the future heal old wounds. I swear it's time to let it go for good. These nostalgic thoughts dishearteningly worn. Like an old wool coat in a numbing winter storm. I'll be your dull end knife, your tired metaphor. I was a day too late and every dollar short. Midnight Crown Royals, pacific breeze. I knew that So Cal was never meant for me. Would it matter if I told you I'm still hung up on you? Would it matter if I told you though you're with somebody new? I hope to hell all of this passes. Let the future heal old wounds. I think it's time to let it go for good. A champagne morning at 80 degrees. Midnight Crown Royals, Pacific Breeze. I know that you were never meant for me. I won't let this song remind me anymore. Would it matter if I told you I'm still hung up on you? Would it matter if I told you though you're with somebody new? I hope to hell all of this passes. Let the future heal old wounds. I swear it's time to let it go for good.