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
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 10:37 PM UTC
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
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