my picture frames are busted, holding onto ghosts.
the friends i used to talk to the most.
and so what?
cause i've got you.
you're my last love.
yeah i've got you, you're my flash flood.
blue jeans all full of roses, petals meant for books.
pressed inside my pocket, overlooked.
and so what?
cause i've got you.
you're my last love.
yeah i've got you.
well, the water taught me one thing: that it all fades blue to black.
the good sinks to the bottom and the lies come floating back.
and everything is nothing and we're somewhere in between the good, the bad, the ugly, and the mean.
and so what?
cause i've got you.
you're my last love.
yeah i've got you, you're my flash flood.

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