I h8 florida

I know you’ve got your secrets still
You keep them in the potted plant by the windowsill
I steal them but only sometimes
So I can stop the things that make you cry

Where will we go when this is over?
Where will we go when we get older?
Where will we go when it gets colder?
I don’t want to go back to Florida

I know that I’ve got my problems still
I keep them hidden with the memories that I’ve killed
I watch them like movies in the nighttime
So I can remember what it’s like to say goodbye

Where will we go when this is over?
Where will we go when we get older?
Where will we go when it gets colder?
I don’t want to go back to Florida