Текст песни Portrait of Daisies - Boy Grapes

Running in the summer sun
The winter came too quick
Think of homemade memories
It all went to shit
I picked you a portrait of daisies
And now I don't want to come home
Maybe we could work things out

Lying in the cold grass
I don't want to stay here
Singing instrumentals cause my voice ain't so clear
Maybe if we work things out
And maybe if we work things out
Lets start over straight from scratch
But I know all good things weren't meant to last