SoCal - A Loss For Words, Ryan Scott Graham

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 when 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, 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 when 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, 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 when 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, go for good