Packing up but I would rather stay
I can't wrap my head around this day
The blankets warm but the cold creeps in
I swear that this might be the end
Every second thought, we'll meet again
Think of all the words you never said
Holding every thought inside your head
Living left out when you're grown
You don't even know you're alone
Until you step away and no one's calling your phone
Missing all your calls again
They knock but you won't let them in
Somewhere in your thoughts, you let them win
Packing up but I would rather stay
I can't wrap my head around this day
The blankets warm but the cold creeps in
I swear that this might be the end
Every second thought, we'll meet again
Paper Driver - Second Thought Lyrics
Paper Driver - Second Thought Lyrics
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Packing up but I would rather stay
I can't wrap my head around this day
The blankets warm but the cold creeps in
I swear that this might be the end
Every second thought, we'll meet again
Think of all the words you never said
Holding every thought inside your head
Living left out when you're grown
You don't even know you're alone
Until you step away and no one's calling your phone
Missing all your calls again
They knock but you won't let them in
Somewhere in your thoughts, you let them win
Packing up but I would rather stay
I can't wrap my head around this day
The blankets warm but the cold creeps in
I swear that this might be the end
Every second thought, we'll meet again
I can't wrap my head around this day
The blankets warm but the cold creeps in
I swear that this might be the end
Every second thought, we'll meet again
Think of all the words you never said
Holding every thought inside your head
Living left out when you're grown
You don't even know you're alone
Until you step away and no one's calling your phone
Missing all your calls again
They knock but you won't let them in
Somewhere in your thoughts, you let them win
Packing up but I would rather stay
I can't wrap my head around this day
The blankets warm but the cold creeps in
I swear that this might be the end
Every second thought, we'll meet again
Writer: John Ognisty
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