Morocco

Maybe we didn't belong, maybe the void was there between us all along. No one can make me forget like you. You had a dream to pursue, I tried to build my aspirations next to you, and now, pieces of broken history is all you give to me. So here we are

So sick and tired of the pouring rain I took a train to Morocco just to kill the pain Oh it might help a little, it might help a lot I don't know, but it's all I got Ran down the aisle to find a window by the bar I blew a cigarette to pieces so I lit