Box Of Things
One day, when all the paints peeled off my walls
Maybe, I'll pick up the phone and give you a call
Until then.you just sit there,
be good and be lonely
"Lastnight"...you told me you were scared
you said you fell and I didn't catch you...
but your tounge is a bullet and your lips are a gun
"I'm sorry, it's just stopped being fun"
Remember the nights when we counted the stars?
They were so bright the,but they were so far
And we watched them fade
Far away from us both...
"Lastnight"...you told me you were scard
you said you fell and I didn't catch you...
But your tounge is a bullet and you lips are a gun
"Im sorry, it's just stopped being fun"
Well What is you idea of fun?
The game you left me with i lost
and you pictures fell down
They're burniing on the ground
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