i forgave you last night when you told me
you were coming , coming. home.
to my home, and i thought you said you
wanted to do something, but i guess this ghost
in the back of my fist says things to me, and
messes with my head, because i know who you are
and what you do. crazy girls, to a lazy blue
you laugh out loud in front of my face
i can't decide what to pay for grace
full price or a discount. im not cheap, im just
a quick scout. and im a sucker for homesickness
and a patient in my heart is finally somewhere to start
i don't wanna live in this "beautiful place" because
my meaning of beautiful obviously isn't the same.
my rain is not your rain, i live in the cold until my
blood get's old and tries to escape, but im not letting
that happen, i can't let you see this happen to me.
you are the one who made me older, don't make me feel like i did last night, back then.
tell me what i have wasted with you, and i'll tell
you what i did to make you do what you did to me
