Just Like The Movies (We'll Play Out Our Last Scene)
Once again, I have no heat in my apartment as I sit by the window, bundled up in layers of clothing. The maintenance men assure me they're working on it. Hmmm, how reminiscent of last year. I had convinced myself that I was done with Christmas shopping, but I realized there are a few more things I've got to brave the cold to run out and get. Maybe when I return there will be some semblance of warm air coming out of the heater. Maybe not. I think I'll make it a movie day and pop some popcorn and relax this evening. I can't remember the last time I did that. I love vacation! Well, my semi-vacation.
"It's alright, and it's nice not to be so alone. But I hold on to this secret.
Maybe I'm a little bit over my head. I come undone at the things he said.
And he's so funny in his bright red shirt; we were all in love and we all got hurt.
I sneak into his car's leather seat, the smell of gasoline in the winter heat,
Boy, we're going way too fast. It's all too sweet to last.
It's alright, and I put myself in his hands. But I hold on to our secret.
Love, or something ignites in my veins. And I pray it never fades.
On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think - he's my not first mistake.
These silly little wounds will never mend. I feel so far from where I've been.
So I go, and I will not be back here again. I'm gone as the day is fading.
I lie, wrote my injuries all in the dust. In my heart is the two of us.
And you, maybe you'll remember me. What I gave is yours to keep."
"It's alright, and it's nice not to be so alone. But I hold on to this secret.
Maybe I'm a little bit over my head. I come undone at the things he said.
And he's so funny in his bright red shirt; we were all in love and we all got hurt.
I sneak into his car's leather seat, the smell of gasoline in the winter heat,
Boy, we're going way too fast. It's all too sweet to last.
It's alright, and I put myself in his hands. But I hold on to our secret.
Love, or something ignites in my veins. And I pray it never fades.
On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think - he's my not first mistake.
These silly little wounds will never mend. I feel so far from where I've been.
So I go, and I will not be back here again. I'm gone as the day is fading.
I lie, wrote my injuries all in the dust. In my heart is the two of us.
And you, maybe you'll remember me. What I gave is yours to keep."