It seemed like another world When our breath shown cold. And we drank our spirits dry To feel more alive. And I had such hopeful eyes then... We were
How many times? Have I traversed these tired streets Traced the faded yellow lines With enough revolutions per minute to last a lifetime Whispered cries
I felt alright today, but then you decided to write me. Once again your venom makes sense. But past ideas are useless. And you know just where it hurts
My bed or yours? Your ex or mine? Which sob story will get us under those sheets in less time? When I kiss your brow it gives you chills, When you kiss
It took this long just to feel this way When nineteen years feels like yesterday I'd say, "Don't give up the hope!" But it seems I gave mine away to
