Red Oak
I’ll wait for you in the cabin
Off route 88
Waiting for you to remember me
And waiting for you to come back to me
We used to live here together
do you remember
You used to make me breakfast in bed so I’d eat
And watch the princess bride on repeat
You never used to mind the cold weather
I brought
But maybe I was just you’re blind spot
And the cabin was our Camelot
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