eighteen...
at jacks country maid deli we had this clock that had the date you had to be born to buy ciggarettes and i used to stare at it and count down when i worked there.. i might go in tommorow just to look at it.. cause i spent alot of time doing that.
didnt used to like this song.. changed my mind.. like it alot..
So youre leaving for months at a time, i help you out the door but once youre gone i just stare out the
Window please, could you please come back home what a mess that i make of my days trying to save myself, save myself then
Theres you, youre a mess to be made a canvas only paint could change