.hate.to.say.i.told.you.so.

[everythingbut_u]

i told you so.

So he would buy her things and
kiss her hair to show he was for real.
And she would take those gifts and
kisses though just stringing him along.
She knew about those wooden boys,
it's an empty love to fill the void
Pinocchio, oh boy, how your nose has grown
So he would cry, "liar, liar,
I'll prove it to you"

But then it grew.
He had grown tired of her
so it was true.
He left her apartment
and he walked all night long,
'til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.
But still he walked on
amongst the whales and waves
and screamed, "liar, liar"
and his wooden body floated away.
He just drifted away.

And now I wonder how I was made
Now I wonder how I was made
My arms, my legs, my heart, my face,
my name is Driftwood.