The paintings and I speak in a different language, that only we can understand. You talk with your eyes, like there’s nothing to be said. But I’m arrogant, and these colors look more real than silhouettes of future families. I left the door wide open when I left I’m unsure of what I said/ you’re unsure of where I am/ I don’t know where I’ll go/ I don’t know who I am/ Passing out slowly in the back hall, all my friend are on ice, and you didn’t forget to call/ last year when you heard about the weather I was sailing through I got through/ but I lost my cool/ I lost my head/ my shoes are full of lead/ I have a hell of a lot to learn/ You can’t teach this, you don’t need this/ weekends are more fun when you can’t remember thinking twice/ I guess my headache will suffice/
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