Walking down streets alone dreaming of all the ways that I could still be near you Sitting in parking lots and park benches counting breaths between the ways I knew you And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know you said not to call you, "baby" So I'm down on both my hands and knees, begging, please, can I call you my friend?
Feeling plastic, stranded on this rancid beach Feeling nasty, but I know you never meant to be mean I know it now, better than I did before I know it now, I'm smarter than I was beforeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
