so money, money wont get you too far.
lately ive been workin in factory WHITE SLAVE THATS ME yeah.
i miss you katherine, i miss you so much. i wish you could come back, i wish i was selfish enough to steal you away from everyone else, and we could make our own secret club, and no boys allowed. we could sit there, and talk until the world fell apart, until the tears people would cry because we were no more, filled everything, and dripped into space, forever, never ending, i wish i was that selfish, i wish i could steal you from everything, and never think twice about it. remember when we planned to run away to texas, and i looked at bus tickets i miss that. i sent your card out today, i checked the mail box 3 times until it was finally gone on the third check, i hope you get it soon. burn down the factory.burn down the factory.burn down the factory.burn down the factory i wish to have more days like the saturday we spent in emily's car singing the beatles magical mystery tour while she applied for that job, more carowinds, more cloves, more nights skating down your streets, sneaking out to smoke, smelling your flowery perfume sailing through the air, being afriad of your stupid rich neighbors, hating everything but eachother, i guess i am the selfish. too bad, it's all just too bad.
i miss you katherine, i miss you so much. i wish you could come back, i wish i was selfish enough to steal you away from everyone else, and we could make our own secret club, and no boys allowed. we could sit there, and talk until the world fell apart, until the tears people would cry because we were no more, filled everything, and dripped into space, forever, never ending, i wish i was that selfish, i wish i could steal you from everything, and never think twice about it. remember when we planned to run away to texas, and i looked at bus tickets i miss that. i sent your card out today, i checked the mail box 3 times until it was finally gone on the third check, i hope you get it soon. burn down the factory.burn down the factory.burn down the factory.burn down the factory i wish to have more days like the saturday we spent in emily's car singing the beatles magical mystery tour while she applied for that job, more carowinds, more cloves, more nights skating down your streets, sneaking out to smoke, smelling your flowery perfume sailing through the air, being afriad of your stupid rich neighbors, hating everything but eachother, i guess i am the selfish. too bad, it's all just too bad.