Distance - Flatsound

We sat inside your car

Down the street is where you parked

That is where we talked

About what kind of guy I am

I thought you were being distant

Because you needed distance

I’ll drape these words across my chest:

Everything is my fault

And I did not mean to make this

The worst night of your life

I need you to know what happened

It’s been eating away at me

I’ll drape these words across my chest:

Everything is my fault

I thought that you were distant

Because you needed distance

I’ll drape these words across my chest:

Everything is my fault