Well, I ain't written a love song in so long as your hair leads down your spineBut I don't mind a few lines tonight, I'll regret it for the rest of timeLet your hips and your lips and your fingertips slip against the city streetsSeepin' in again, sleepin' in while my friends get high on the edge of the West Side HighwayDid you ever make it back to Byron Bay the day you told me to quit drinkin'?And thinkin' that I was gonna die before thirty, your mom was so worried aboutAll those kids in the house tearin' picture frames downOur fathers were never around when we were youngerSo let me go, I saw you on the river's edgeDraggin' on a plastic cigaretteWith your swim top still wetSo let it go, meetin' you out on the coastYou hate the smell of real smokeSo why'd you always keep me so close?You were collectin' shells out on the Bay Shore, you know I was a shell before?Deep in the hands of another, my brotherHad told me to leave, but I didn't believeThe evil beneath some people you meet out in QueensThe way the rain came down the other day in Byron BayMade me feel so alone, so I just went homeAnd scribbled some poemThat I know that you'll never readSo let it go, I saw you on the river's edgeDraggin' on a plastic cigaretteWith your swim top still wetSo let me go, meetin' you out on the coastYou hate the smell of real smokeWhy'd you always keep it so close?So let it go, I saw you on the river's edgeDraggin' on a plastic cigaretteWith your swim top still wet
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Zachary Lane Bryan (Okinawa, 2 de abril de 1996) es un cantautor estadounidense. Su álbum debut, American Heartbreak, alcanzó la posición número cinco en el Billboard 200.
== Primeros años ==
Bryan nació en Okinawa, Japón, mientras su familia estaba…
