Sangtekster:
Dropout Year Seven Unreturned Phone Calls

down and dirty theres no need to worry about hurting me cause I dont want your sympathy Honestys not your best quality So admit you lied or hit the lights and call

It seems this seasons fashion Is to wrap our hearts in plastic. So when they break from words we say We'll place them in a casket. What kind of relationship

Do you remember when our lips were best friends? Do you remember when a kiss meant something? I remember tire swings, a summer fling that meant everything

Hear me out, my friend in doubt. Youll surely drown with this life youve found. And your dieing to just find these tears to cry But youre too high to