Like Christmas lights on the lawn in May
We don't belong to each other.
No, not anymore.
I stopped keeping score.
I think your hat is in my sock drawer.
We lit too many candles,
filled too many balloons
before the recorder started
we were singing all the tunes
and I stayed a little later
and you drove too fast for me
now I'm staring at the wreckage
and you're looking for your keys.
I've burned everything we had
And I can see for miles.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 4:13 PM UTC
Like Christmas lights on the lawn in May
We don't belong to each other.
No, not anymore.
I stopped keeping score.
I think your hat is in my sock drawer.
We lit too many candles,
filled too many balloons
before the recorder started
we were singing all the tunes
and I stayed a little later
and you drove too fast for me
now I'm staring at the wreckage
and you're looking for your keys.
I've burned everything we had
And I can see for miles.
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