She walks the way you tell her too
She'll stare me down the day I die
What kind of person am I?
Is it bad if I Lost track last week or so?
And it goes to show.
No. No. You don't know.
And they've got eyes like the skies in the winter time.
I don't keep track of constellations and zodiac signs.
Don't look now.
Its raining in your room again.
And I'll find.
Another place to hide.
And you'll be.
The one to tell the lie.
And maybe sometime.
We can forget what we didn't try?
So run away from home.
And grab a pair of wings.
The bags under your eyes.
Could carry all of your things.
Your ears, they will ring.
And maybe we could drop what we didn't bring?
A perfect end.
Where we're no longer friends.
A perfect end.
Where we finally start, but we cease to begin.