Here you are, Portland Maine
One year fresh out of high
so tired you could sleep with the light on
with the
They have fingers sore from pointing.
They have pointed dialogue now.
The
I pretend, I pretend to choke
but there are things we
I'm making up reasons,
I have answers for questions never asked.
This
Laughing like you'll never know.
Aching for another show.
Happy being nothing,
c
God, if you can hear, can you help me and
Seasons change
just like people do.
Always thought we'd face the seasons
without
I can't pretend that this is working well.
If you couldn't
I feel myself getting sick,
when summer ends and school begins.
Oh
Sometimes you look so beautiful
But love is just a chemical
Passing
Nothing is keeping this guy down, he's packing up
He's leaving
I saw it in the eyes of the checkout girl
the bathwater's cold
i cannot even feel my legs
they are turning
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