Brighton
Elmo O'Connor
I can hear you calling me from the backyard
Safe to say, it's gotten worse since we last talked
Move with your dad, it's cool 'cause Brighton ain't that far
I wish that we could pick up right where we left off
The summer I moved away
I was busy counting down the days
I know that it might sound strange
But anytime I would see you, it would make my day
But when it's over
My blood is sober
And I can feel everything
When all the windows in my head slam shut
To miss everything, I know to you it don't mean much
But all the windows in my head slam shut
To miss everything, I know to you it don't mean much
All the windows in my head slam shut
To miss everything, I know to you it don't mean much
Everything never will, everything never will