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Simple Song

Simple Song

The seasons they don't change here
And sometimes I miss cold weather
And it's hard to be next to her
When it's hot out in December
But I am taking off my coat
And I am hoping it gets better
I am taking off my coat
And I am hoping it gets better

Simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
I wish it was simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
Simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
I wish it was simple, simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple)

The people always change here
And I always go new places
But I woke up from a dream
Where I thought I saw your face so
I am getting out of bed
And I am trying to remember
I am getting out of bed
And I am hoping it gets better

Simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
I wish it was simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
Simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
I wish it was simple, simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple)

I went to your apartment
Where we used to sit and talk
So I can sit down on the floor
And draw your picture out in chalk
You would think that I was crazy
I would swear that I am not
You would think that I am crazy
I would tell you that it's not that

Simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
I wish it was simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
Simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
I wish it was simple, simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple)

It was December the 8th
It's crazy, I remember the day
You hardly remember my name
It was cold in Minnesota
Out in Cali, it was 78
I heard you met a new boy
And now, everything's great
For me, things are jealousy pains
I'm hoping that you call me
Or just message me "hey"
'Cause I just want to talk and maybe set it all straight

I don't know what I should do
With these flowers on my desk
They're dead and it reminds me of
The power of regret
And it's simple
I don't deserve you
It's not his fault
But I fucked up and hurt you
And it's simple

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