Two of us sitting alone,
Again in silence,
Wondering what your eyes,
Might
Black coffee cup reflection
I've seen this look in my
I can tell by the sound of your voice.
That you
in a box under my bed
I have kept them
safe from
It’s hard to see the sun sometimes,
Through these eyes,
It’s hard
No matter what words I say,
She just thinks it's my
forfeit the game or play to win
I made my bed
i won't be the one
to wait outside your door
watch it
This is what they call paying your dues,
Don't evey say
In a pile of trash on the corner of first
With her there's no pretending to feel the way i
The plastic on the windows change the atmosphere.
I hear you
do you care. do you try.
do you live.
do you want
Listen carefully, there's a price,
Is it harder for you to
