We drove past the train yard 48 together and you’re so over me no conversations and it rains but it’s not enough to wash away the pain what can i do i can’t trust the guys you’re talking to they’ll never feel the same way i do no no no so fuck all the guys you’re talking to they don’t feel the same way that i do i thought that i belonged to you so i write and you drive you lie and i’m blind to everything that surrounds me long days your sick ways i can tell by the look on your beautiful face you’re through with me locked up in my room and all i want is you and you’re not coming in you’re not staying