Long were the nights, when the days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps, prayin’ the floor won’t fall through, again
My mother accused me of losing my mind. But I swore I was fine.
Counting my footsteps, prayin’ the floor won’t fall through, again
My mother accused me of losing my mind. But I swore I was fine.
You paint me a blue sky and go back. And turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game. But you changed the rules every day.
Wonderin which version of you, I might get on the phone, tonight,
Well I stopped pickin’ up.
And this letter is to let you know why~
And I lived in your chess game. But you changed the rules every day.
Wonderin which version of you, I might get on the phone, tonight,
Well I stopped pickin’ up.
And this letter is to let you know why~
Don’t you think I was too young
To be messed with
The girl in the dress
Cried the whole way home
I shoulda known.
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