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and what's not fair
is that you're back in your own home town and i
have never left a trace of me there that can keep you up tonight
meanwhile we'd built all of our memories here and i can't get away
these streets are tainted with our stories and the imprints of your face
and every goddamn thing in this town is painted different shades of blue
but not a single one compares to me when i am missing you
the sunshine state is inaccurately named
lately I can't get away from the rain
you were clutching both my hands and I was staring at my phone
look how the tables turned, you're out tonight
and I'm in my room alone
you were desperate for my attention then
god, why couldn't i see
how could I know a few months down the line
i would be begging you to notice me
and I'm sorry
too bad I know that's not enough
too bad the sorry skin I'm living in
ain't half as tough as my luck
where did i go wrong where'd I mess up whys my timing always flawed
what's not fair is I'll be out there waiting for you and you're gone