You're a spitting image of your mom as a kid I was hanging pictures of you next to my bed I took them all down last night Covered in moonlight
I saw your car on the side of the road I picked you up, you had your hands exposed Length of December I followed you under
I was never who you thought I was I was smarter than I let on I am calmer thinking of you now Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I was going back to a place that you knew I was riding high next to you It suddenly hit me Shot down by an enemy
Take me to your warehouse and show me around Rifle through belongings at the lost and found Show me the picture strip Of us at The Comet
I was happy with the you in my head You cut cold and left me out for dead A pair of kids beneath the winter snow I can't look at those old pictures now Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
