I saw your face in photographs, heard your voice on my stereo. But I'll never know how you talked or how you laughed. In my daydreams I play and sing
I'm not ready to walk away with you from a past haunting me like these first winter days. This town is stained with him, every block and every gem every
Ain't gonna be your doormat no more. Look at this rut you put me in. Ain't gonna worry about where you're at in this town cause you're not going anywhere
It was late July and we were up all night. You had your tongue down my throat but I guess I wasn't your type. All it took was a couple stupid fights.
