Clovers کے بول

I'll miss the conversations I'll miss the way you looked at me I'll miss the complications I'll miss the way things used to be Guess what I came back for So break me down and build me up Cause it's killing me and I've had enough And I said I would be there when you call I'll miss the contradictions I can remember falling short I can recall depictions Of places I've never been before And you've got a hold on me You've got a hold on me So break me down and build me up Cause it's killing me and I've had enough And I said I would be there when you call And I'm starting all over Shrugging my shoulders from all of this weight I'm starting all over with a pocket of clovers In a wolrd that won't wait And you've got a hold on me, you've got a hold on me, like you'll never, let me go