Our conversation's lacking words. My mind's clouded up. You're usually not like this, something must be up. You're twirling your hair. You're not looking me in the eyes. Give me the bad news first.
I've got my heart on my sleeve. It doesn't even matter. We're one year older. It's one year closer to dying.
I'm scared.
The temptations and fighting them is the challenge to deal with. Forget the heartbreak. Compared to this it's elementary. I'll paint my T.V. with a different picture, Just get out of my head. I need to forget you.
I've got my heart on my sleeve. It doesn't even matter. We're one year older. It's one year closer to dying.