It's long gone that I carry on from december

It is no matter, if you remember

Mold, paper, bad wine, and too much bedside whiskey

I will roll my heart up

I will roll my heart up in my sleeve

Now it is your line

I know that I wrote it

And if you tell a lie

Well, no one will notice

And of you and I

Well, I was the loudest

While you stayed quiet

We were surrounded

It's long gone that I carry on from the winter

I asked you upstairs

Until we tangled in my hair

You were never one for chronic chattering

Your heart beat pale

While I flew my colors

I flew my colors like a sail

Now it is your line

I know that I wrote it

And if you tell a lie

Well, no one will notice

And of you and I

Well, I was the loudest

While you stayed quiet

We were surrounded

I will roll my heart up

I will roll my heart up

I will roll my heart up

I will roll my heart up