Maps of Someday کے بول

I try to forget the things we've both done. It's still up to me to make things feel right. Staying up late wasting time, reading from notes of mine, it's different now when things feel fine. Oh what happened to the days hoping for some new place to share our love? I'm sick of this town of all the things it's done, finding new ways to pass all of our precious time. Staying up late wasting time, reading from notes of mine, it's different now when things feel fine. Oh what happened to the days hoping for some new place to share our love and all our time? This can be our new way. This is how we'll all change.