Wish I could take my own advice
you can't control me like you used to
but I know (everyone knows) that if you came back to this town
I would crumble
I would be in a familiar place (in the palm of your hand)
a second chance to be exactly what you want
but why should I try to mold myself into shapes you choose
so here I am
reminiscing sweet summertime
how it always ends so cold
this 'oh so familiar' sting to my soul
maybe, I'm missing the point of this ongoing lesson
maybe, I need to let this autumn heartbreak build me up
instead of tearing me down
because it tears, and tears, and tears
soon enough, I'll be torn
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
Wish I could take my own advice
you can't control me like you used to
but I know (everyone knows) that if you came back to this town
I would crumble
I would be in a familiar place (in the palm of your hand)
a second chance to be exactly what you want
but why should I try to mold myself into shapes you choose
so here I am
reminiscing sweet summertime
how it always ends so cold
this 'oh so familiar' sting to my soul
maybe, I'm missing the point of this ongoing lesson
maybe, I need to let this autumn heartbreak build me up
instead of tearing me down
because it tears, and tears, and tears
soon enough, I'll be torn
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