This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down so the placing goes slowly. The picture's of anything other than it's mean to be. But the hours they creep, the patterns repeat. Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own. I never said "don't go."
I've hidden a note, it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back. It says, "Does he ever get the girl?" But what if the pages stay pressed, the chapters unfinished, the storied too dull to unfold? Does he ever get the girl?
This basement's a coffin. I'm buried alive. I'll die in here just to be safe. I'll die in here just to be safe. 'Cause you're gone. I get nothing and you're off with barely a sigh. I never said, "Goodbye."
but i've hidden a note, it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back. It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
but i've hidden a note, it's pressed between pages that you'll read if you're so incline. It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But the hours they creep, the patterns repeat. Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own. I never said "don't go."
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo, the dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late and this walk that we shared together. The streets were wet
so the placing goes slowly.
The picture's of anything other than it's mean to be.
But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go."
I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But what if the pages stay pressed,
the chapters unfinished,
the storied too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?
This basement's a coffin.
I'm buried alive.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
'Cause you're gone.
I get nothing
and you're off with barely a sigh.
I never said, "Goodbye."
but i've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
but i've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you'll read if you're so incline.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go."
Does he ever get the girl?
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and u stood at the door with ur hands on my waist and u kissed me like u meant it....
and i knew
that she meant it
she meant it
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the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet
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