spend an afternoon on freaking out or staring at a screen.something dull to cut my teeth on. i try to tell you i’ve been dying here, but i can’t put it into words. you’re not listening to me//nowhere to be and I wish you could see me now. i’ve got time. you’re always on my mind.
so what if it’s not working, i’m a jerk, and you’re just hanging out? we aren’t getting any younger. and now that my head’s aching, crying’s taken all my pride away, if i listen close i’ll hear you breathe//nowhere to be and i wish you could see me now. i’ve got time. you’re always on my mind. seventeen didn’t mean a thing to me. i’ve got time. you’re always on my mind.