Dolorean Heather Remind Me How This Ends
Heather, I'm on a plane that I pray won't get off the
ground
It's a perfectly clear day, but I've got storm clouds in
my mind
So foolish, why I do this, why I'd do it all again
Heather, remind me how this ends
Give me a few days and I'll be feeling fine
I can't stop moving, I move backwards in time
To where I left you, it was so good, we both pretend
Heather, remind me how this ends
When I call you up, check the timbre of your voice
Don't let it drop when you hear your little boy
Send money every Friday, on that you can depend
Heather, remind me how this ends
Heather, remind me how this ends
Heather, remind me how this ends
