You're just way too cool Get caught up on things Like how the carpet's made of glue Just my feet inside the window Thinkin' about you And how you're home from school now
And if these blankets weren't shackles I'd write you up a letter Full of all my memories So they could reach you in your bedroom Thinkin' about him And how he's home from school now
But I'm still held captive By these dusty bookshelves From the thought of you and I Held ransom by old pictures When I wasn't selfish And you were my best friendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
