Those two little tickets lay in the box  from a half remembered day when things werent all they could be

When you leaned over to me an said you loved how i watched the movie

Well now i sit here the smell of bleach drifting through the air

Me wishing i could tell you all thats happened with me

Like when we stayed up till three just trying to get to know me

But your gone an im misunderstood

Just another broken boy up to no good

Wrestling with my thoughts now that your off

Ill just sit here an let our old songs play remembering every single day