| Spit in my face, tell me I didn’t mean what I said
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| I’ll take those words with me when I’m dead
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| Open your mouth and contradict everything you said last summer
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| I don’t even know you anymore, anymore
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| You really fucked me up this time for good, even though you didn’t mean to
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| When the weather clears, that sweatshirt weather won’t keep you warm like I do
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| You’ll be thinking of my sleepy eyes and bony knees
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| You’ll be thinking of me
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| Maybe I’ll run away from home, fake my own death and see if you really care
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| A week goes by, I doubt you’ll be waiting around for me at all
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| No matter how many times I walk up my driveway, you won’t be there
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| You’re nowhere to be found because everything you said was a lie
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| You really fucked me up this time for good, even though you didn’t mean to
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| When the weather clears, that sweatshirt weather won’t keep you warm like I do
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| You’ll be thinking of my sleepy eyes and bony knees
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| You’ll be thinking of me
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| You wanted me when I was running away
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| I needed you when I ripped your heart out
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| I can’t count the times we fell apart
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| We can’t go back, it’s not the same
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| You really fucked me up this time for good, even though you didn’t mean to
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| When the weather clears, that sweatshirt weather won’t keep you warm like I do
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| You’ll be thinking of my sleepy eyes and bony knees
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| You’ll be thinking of me
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| When something’s fallen apart as many times as us
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| I can’t put it back together, it’s not the same |