Deer Season
Oliver Francis
[Verse]
Underneath the staircase
In the house we used to call home
I left my heart in a box
Along with every note
That we wrote
Your sophomore year
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
Well this feeling is fading
As are the memories of the times we use to spend
Like dressing up for parties
A time I called you my best friend
Soon you'll be but a memory
Soon you'll be but a memory
[Instrumental]
[Bridge]
Soon you'll be but a memory
Soon you'll be but a memory
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
Soon you'll be but a memory
Soon you'll be but a memory
