Stuff
Well is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with...
Because you left the frays
from the ties you severed
When you said
"Best Friends Means Friends Forever"
... and its a shame I dont think that youll notice
Am I still the girl whose too attached…Last years interest and this summers past
The finest line divides a night well spent from a waste of time
...its times like these when silence means everything
And i just keep asking all these stupid questions
that i know your sick of hearing
Sell me to all the times you said this would be okay
Trade all of this for another pretty face
I guess it didnt mean that much to you
In an attempt to put this all behind me
I only find myself remembering our promises
They're worn out with apologies
and too much wishful thinking
Wear your new clothes
and pat yourself on the back
for almost coming back just one more time
You know I'll always believe you
My false hopes turn to late nights
and no regrets
As the words "Best Friend"
fade to nothing but a title...
and all of these stupid memories
I didnt want it to mean that much to me