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Please picture meIn the treesI hit my peak at seven feetIn the swingOver the creekI was too scared to jump inBut I, I was high in the skyWith Pennsylvania under meAre there still beautiful things?Sweet ادامه مطلب

I’ve known it from the very startWe’re a shot in the darkest darkOh no, oh no, I’m unarmedThe waiting is a sadnessFading into madnessOh no, oh no, it won’t stopI’m standin’ on a tightrope aloneI ادامه مطلب

I roll over and go to reach for you, you’re goneThis bed’s empty without youYou said you’re moving onBut I’m having some trouble getting thereBut dwelling ain’t getting me, uhh, anywhereFuckin’ Valentine’s DayFuck February, stuffed ادامه مطلب

I remember tears streaming down your face When I said I’ll never let you goWhen all those shadows almost killed your lightI remember you said don’t leave me here aloneBut all that’s dead and gone ادامه مطلب

Long handwritten noteDeep in your pocketWords, how little they meanWhen you’re a little too lateI stood right by the tracksYour face in a locketGood girls, hopeful they’ll be and long they will waitWe had a ادامه مطلب

I remember your bare feet down the hallwayI remember your little laughRace cars on the kitchen floor, plastic dinosaursI love you to the moon and backI remember your blue eyes looking into mineLike we had ادامه مطلب

… Friends break up, friends get marriedStrangers get born, strangers get buriedTrends change, rumors fly through new skiesBut I’m right where you left meMatches burn after the otherPages turn and stick to each otherWages earned ادامه مطلب

Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end streetFaster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenlyLoving him is like trying to change your mindOnce you’re already flying through the ادامه مطلب

Knew he was a killer first time that I saw himWonder how many girls he had loved and left hauntedBut if he’s a ghost, then I can be a phantomHoldin’ him for ransomSome, some boys ادامه مطلب

I rememberGood girl, sad boyBig city, wrong choicesWe had one thing going onI swear that it was something‘Cause I don’t remember who I was before youPainted all my nightsA color I’ve searched for sinceBut one ادامه مطلب