milk man.
i wish the milkman would deliver more milk, in the morning.
oh poor milkman.
on the more serious side of my day.
well it's getting colder and you're getting distant
and i just keep thinking that i never meant it
to be like this
to be like this
you know what comes next, sooooo do i.
you're begging for a way to gracefully bow out
and say goodnight.
it's worse than you think...
on your way home
you should have known
you never listen to me
i'm only complaining, to keep myself busy sweetie.
i can't say i blame you
but i wish that i could
i'm sick of writing everyyyy song about you.
dont call my name out your window, i'm leaving.
takingbacksunday
9.22.2004
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