Sometimes a mountain

Won't climb itself

Sometimes a novel

Collects dust on a shelf

I loved you then for those reasons

Walking down Lakewood

Alone in your thoughts

I'm glad that you left him

You're glad that you're not

Alone together in that apartment

Two Americanos

Two dirty spoons

I sat there thinking

Thinking about you

I loved you then in that season

The bride, the bride should get all the glory

The bride, the bride should get all the glory

The bride, the bridе should get all the glory

The bridе, the bride should get all the glory

The bride, the bride should get all the glory

The bride, the bride should get all the glory

The bride, the bride should get