I had a teacher who told me, you'll write about something, 'till you run out of words. These days it feels like that's true, cause you're all that I write on, like I'm flushing my system of you. I think of how you laugh at me when I'm funny and flustered as I try to explain all the things I never say. All the things I never say.
Where do we go from here when we're searching for answers. I cannot reach you, three thousand miles is too long to try to figure us out. So I'm spinning alone in the dark.
I try to get it all down, but every word that I write sounds like something you just said. And I wish I could tell you to trust me, that I could see down the road any better than you can. And you say time. You say time.
Where do we go from here when we're searching for answers, I cannot reach you. Cause three thousand miles is too long to try to figure us out, so I'm spinning alone in the dark.
You call up to tell me how you think that we are too similar, I say what does that mean, cause I know we both think a lot and I thought I was stubborn but you're never wrong. I'm trying to change, and you're trying to change.
Where do we go from here when we're searching for answers. I cannot reach you . Three thousand miles is too long to try to figure us out, so I'm spinning alone in the dark.
Maybe I came to California to prove that I could and to say that I'd lived here but I, I want to see all these places but I just figured out I want to see them with you. So I write a tornado of all the things I never say. All the things I never say.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
