TK
08/02/07, 04:08 PM
Well I've never written a song before, but I figured what the hell, might as well give it a shot. So here it is.
We walked home on those black gravel streets
In a morning that was empty just as us
Got under your bed sheets, and made love meaningless
Till the sun died away as we took our seperate paths
I began to tell you I love you, but you were already gone.
Pre-chorus
And we're always caught up
In this never ending cycle of life
Life seems to ruin all we got
In this never ending cycle of...
Chorus
All the second chances and quick second glances
It's what we were always about,
No wonder we never worked out.
We were full of empty words and emptiness
And all of our "I love you"s
Were possibly as empty
As words get...
But memories can be our worst enemies
Because I still remember every word you ever wrote
The way you always scribbled your signature
On the back of each note
Pretending I wouldn't know it was from you
It was these precious things you would do
That made me fall even more...
Too bad it was into a pit of roses
With more thorns than petals...
Pre-chorus
And we're always caught up
In this never ending cycle of life
Life seems to ruin all we got
In this never ending cycle of...
Chorus
All the second chances and quick second glances
It's what we were always about,
No wonder we never worked out.
We were full of empty words and emptiness
And all of our "I love you"s
Were possibly as empty
As words get...
...
...
...
Why is growing up always this hard
I've never grown up before
But it feels like I've done this before
I know I've done this before
Chorus
All the second chances and quick second glances
It's what we were always about,
No wonder we never worked out.
We were full of empty words and emptiness
And all of our "I love you"s
Were possibly as empty
As words get...
We walked home on those black gravel streets
In a morning that was empty just as us
Got under your bed sheets, and made love meaningless
Till the sun died away as we took our seperate paths
I began to tell you I love you, but you were already gone.
Pre-chorus
And we're always caught up
In this never ending cycle of life
Life seems to ruin all we got
In this never ending cycle of...
Chorus
All the second chances and quick second glances
It's what we were always about,
No wonder we never worked out.
We were full of empty words and emptiness
And all of our "I love you"s
Were possibly as empty
As words get...
But memories can be our worst enemies
Because I still remember every word you ever wrote
The way you always scribbled your signature
On the back of each note
Pretending I wouldn't know it was from you
It was these precious things you would do
That made me fall even more...
Too bad it was into a pit of roses
With more thorns than petals...
Pre-chorus
And we're always caught up
In this never ending cycle of life
Life seems to ruin all we got
In this never ending cycle of...
Chorus
All the second chances and quick second glances
It's what we were always about,
No wonder we never worked out.
We were full of empty words and emptiness
And all of our "I love you"s
Were possibly as empty
As words get...
...
...
...
Why is growing up always this hard
I've never grown up before
But it feels like I've done this before
I know I've done this before
Chorus
All the second chances and quick second glances
It's what we were always about,
No wonder we never worked out.
We were full of empty words and emptiness
And all of our "I love you"s
Were possibly as empty
As words get...