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I sit in the backseat of this old station wagon
with my head on his shoulder, falling fast asleep.
All i can think about is that pink and yellow sky, coming down on my hometown.
It engulfed it, as if it were on fire
Sitting on the top of the boat, as the wind blew my hair about
It's moments like that, that I thank my lucky stars everyday
to see life the way I do.
I notice he keeps watching me, maybe he's thinking more
Why else would you watch someone sleep?
He's a mystery.
I keep having these dreams that you forgive me, and every single morning I wake up,
and realize you'll never be there again,
I just cry, because i'm still hurting inside, in fact, i'm falling appart.
Falling appart at the seams. and it kills me.
with my head on his shoulder, falling fast asleep.
All i can think about is that pink and yellow sky, coming down on my hometown.
It engulfed it, as if it were on fire
Sitting on the top of the boat, as the wind blew my hair about
It's moments like that, that I thank my lucky stars everyday
to see life the way I do.
I notice he keeps watching me, maybe he's thinking more
Why else would you watch someone sleep?
He's a mystery.
I keep having these dreams that you forgive me, and every single morning I wake up,
and realize you'll never be there again,
I just cry, because i'm still hurting inside, in fact, i'm falling appart.
Falling appart at the seams. and it kills me.