The Winter Pa**ing - Gold Blend PT. 1 lyrics

Lead me up the garden path, laying stones on the dead soil It seems like it was inevitable that nothing here was ever going to blossom again [Chorus] Don't you dare go writing one of your pathetic letters that I don't want to read Well, I know you said you're sorry a thousand times already But at 4 a.m. at night, that doesn't mean sh** I sat on a park bench near the house you use to live in And I thought about the nights we use to spend And how you pull me down each day And how every day we're growing shorter [Chorus] Last night when I was walking through Streamstown I realized that I'm better off without you here