paroles de chanson Letters - Jasmae Hesse

I sold all my vinyl
And moved across state
But I could never let go
Of your books and mixtape
So they played on loop
Every day for hours
Taking what is mine
Away from what was ours

Still I was your cigarette
Your habit to hold
Always swearing you'd quit
But I burn till we're old
Because I was a fool
For loving the stories you told
When you were just scared of being lonely
Needing someone to hold

You needed someone to hold
You needed someone to hold
You needed someone to hold
Needing someone to hold