Mar 07, 2009 16:35
When I was young, I knew everything, and she was a punk who rarely took advice. Now I'm guilt-stricken, sobbing, with my head on the floor. Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice.
I can't be held responsible. She was touching her face. I won't be held responsible--she fell in love in the first place.
For the life of me, I cannot remember what made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise. For the life of me, I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins. We were merely freshmen.
My best friend took a week's vacation to forget her. His girl took a week's worth of Valium and slept. And now he's guilt-stricken, sobbing, with his head on the floor. Thinks about her now and how he never really wept, he says, "I can't be held responsible. She was touching her face. I won't be held responsible--she fell in love in the first place."
For the life of me, I cannot remember what made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise. For the life of me, I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins. We were merely freshmen.
We've tried to wash our hands of all of this. We never talk of our lacking relationships, and how we're guilt-stricken, sobbing, with our heads on the floor. We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip, we say...
lyric