send me to bed.
my head's drowning out the thick and
i can see the chill in the air between us.
i
A Valentine's Day party,
I didn't think you'd show.
You
I hate it when you say you need me.
You don't
The first time that I met her I was throwing
In pile of unpaid bills
There's a letter sent from Philadelphia
In
he broke his old guitar.
he couldn't make it sing.
the strings
You said you're a wreck, you get so upset
You said
You thought you had it made
Like the songs would write
What you're looking for is never what you find
Nothing ever
Out a little late aren't you?
What's out there I don't
Friction
nightclubs, nightstalkers
fast women, fast talkers
loose lips, loose l
well here I am, yeah, I'm back again
in the
mostly i sleep it off
it's easier in the morning
to shrug
When you said you loved me, did you really love
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