The smell of mown grass and petrol
Fumes takes me back to where I've been before.
I'm not so good with names or faces, I remember smells.
Every single summer is just the memory of summers gone.
My soul takes flight.
Alcohol gets me through the night.
His shirt sticks to the vinyl of his cab.
A perfect day for thinking about not going outside.
Fumes takes me back to where I've been before.
I'm not so good with names or faces, I remember smells.
Every single summer is just the memory of summers gone.
My soul takes flight.
Alcohol gets me through the night.
His shirt sticks to the vinyl of his cab.
A perfect day for thinking about not going outside.