627 

You're finally coming down, it feels like it's been so long... 
And I'm taking back, the words that now seem so wrong. 

I remember, that summer day. 
We lied together, for so long. 

Nothing feels as good as you. 
Maybe over christmas vacation we can still sing a song or two. 
Sometimes you still make me believe in heaven. 
But we still have to forget about 6-27.