Ol' Memories

Something about terminals and the smell of August rain that makes goodbyes hurt the worst
There's no point of pointing fingers at who's to blame
but I'll be honest enough to say it was my fault
Something about writing with these reasons I have now
that makes landing difficult
Was your flight up north as cold as my drive home?
I was born from a tree of stubborn folk but I'll be the first to say I was wrong
I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong

So long, love
hold on to memories, holding on
we were so in love for so long, love
but for now, so long

Something about the way you made goodbyes feel good
we never made it as far as planned but love wasn't wasted in the end
Was your flight up north as cold as my drive home?

I was raised by Hawks and taught to fly, leave lost love behind
but you'll be the first I'll say this to:
I won't forget
won't forget, won't forget, won't forget

So long, love
hold on to memories, holding on
we were so in love for so long, love
but for now, so long