I'm still inside his room I'm plastered on his walls I'm drippin' from his drawers With a clumsy hand I cannot take what's mine And turn the knob
I've grown too Sentimental Please grow too And forget the rules
We could trace them on vacant pages Read them off 'til they make no sense We could shoot to unfold the corners But a memory's just a heedless child who skips rocks 'cross your head And she tries to match your steps 'Til she bails for better tread And she bails for better
I've grown too Sentimental Please grow too And forget the rules
He's still inside my room He is written on the walls In a font that is so familiar With a clouded head I cannot comprehend his words at all I can't read them at all I can't read them at all I can't read them at allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
