So take this featureless, meaningless drive
Where I can feel seventeen and alive
With the ocean in sight, slowly I’ve realized
That you are the last one
I never got close to
How is this my world?
When did it spiral?
You are the last one
Will I ever know you?
Though my feelings are gone, still I long for your love
It was a wide open mountain ravine, streets with crumbling sidewalks
You had a green apple tree, old routine, filled the void with small talk
Can we just stop feeling shy
I want to leave it all behind
Because you’re the last one
I never got close to
How is this my world?
When did it spiral?
You are the last one
Will I ever know you?
Though my feelings are gone, still I long for your love
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