was all the rage never meant to say anything in bed I was half dead tired of dreaming of rest

got dressed drove the state line looking for you at the five and dime stop sign told me stay at

home told me you were not alone blank page was all the rage never meant to hurt anyone in

bed I was half dead tired of dreaming of rest you haven't changed you're still the same may

you rise as you fall you were easy you are forgotten you are the ways of my mistakes I catch

the rainfall through the leaking roof that you had left behind you remind me of that leak in my

soul  the  rain  falls  my  friends  call  leaking  rain  on  the  phone  take  a  day  plant  some

trees may they shade you from me may your children play beneath the blank page was all the

rage  never  meant  to  say  anything  in  bed  I  was  half  dead  tired  of  dreaming  of  rest  got

dressed   drove   the   state   line   looking   for   you   at   the   five   and   dime   but   there   I

was   picking   pieces   up   you   are   a   ghost   of   my   indecision   no   more   little   girl