Everybody's talkin', everyone's recallin' the reasons you're so cool. Well, I can name a few. You could say that I'm in love. That's when you say "
There were times when if i told you this, you would've been impressed and in time, those days might make their way back i won't hold my breath there were
I'm thinking of a girl She came around here a couple years before I'm much older now And it would be wonderful If I could re-write history All of these
I, I get so anxious My god, how it does it burn I get so uptight around my friends I never feel more treacherous Sometimes I don't feel like being close
Do you still keep my pictures in your frame? Cause I still shut down with the sound of your name. Do you still wanna talk to me like you used to? Cause
And so the guy gets the girl but unfortunately the guy ain't me I think I've read this book a few times before I know the plot like the back of my hand
It's 3 AM and I hope you get this note I've been sitting, I've been thinking Man it's been so hard to cope and I took your stupid pictures from off of
See I wrote this letter I hope you got it See I threw the ball I hope you caught it See I wrote this little book on loneliness I hope you Bought a Copy
Today...is the first day of the rest of your life and I.... I'm wishing I was there but you're probably thinkin' You know...I bet you don't even know
I saw you You saw me We saw each other I guess.. It won't matter in another hour Cause the both of us will be dead No time for It to mean Anything other
I've got a loveseat with a front beam cracked and broken I've got some things to say to you that are better left unspoken Maybe we could lean together
Hello Katelyn, let's start another Bullshit day among the rest Grab your coffee and a smile And we'll blow through this fucking mess Maybe I could make
Heard a song From the album "Boston, Mass." By the Del Fuegos the other day It sounded good I remembered how you used to like them So I wrote this letter
Guess I should change the sheets Now that the word is you're never coming back I've heard there's a chemical In the skin that keeps one attached Howling
You walked in today You bought KRS-One I walked in to say Do you have Kill The Musicians? They sold us the things That we grew up on They both share
You don't need a four year degree In modern poli-sci To take a look around and figure out It's all gone awry But to fix it all you'll probably Need
Went to the city, we played stickball One hundred degrees and a fog of mosquitoes And to think that I feel old here Don't call me sir, I'm just a boy
Steel pyramids bear the load Of a secret girl that I just saw Her naive eyes dart forward The red lights read segmented black She's always changing her
