A Loss For Words - SoCal ft. Ryan Scott Graham

These myopic words I rewrote again to say.
Tangoed with the urge of begging you to stay.
Something deep in me knew you had to slide away.
I was a dollar short and a thousand days too late.
Champagne Mornings at 80 degrees.
You knew that So Cal was never meant for me.
Would it matter if I told you I'm still hung up on you?
Would it matter if I told you though you're with somebody new?
I hope to hell all of this passes.
Let the future heal old wounds.
I swear it's time to let it go for good.

These nostalgic thoughts dishearteningly worn.
Like an old wool coat in a numbing winter storm.
I'll be your dull end knife, your tired metaphor.
I was a day too late and every dollar short. Midnight Crown Royals, pacific breeze.
I knew that So Cal was never meant for me.
Would it matter if I told you I'm still hung up on you?
Would it matter if I told you though you're with somebody new?
I hope to hell all of this passes.
Let the future heal old wounds.
I think it's time to let it go for good.

A champagne morning at 80 degrees.
Midnight Crown Royals, Pacific Breeze.
I know that you were never meant for me.
I won't let this song remind me anymore.
Would it matter if I told you I'm still hung up on you?
Would it matter if I told you though you're with somebody new?
I hope to hell all of this passes.
Let the future heal old wounds.
I swear it's time to let it go for good