I remember last september
and everything about us then
seemed as perfect
in the morning when i get out of bed
my
uncomfortable thoughts i've been avoiding
i just turn my shoulder;
once upon a lonely time there was a girl who
yeah i saw this girl she was so fine
she
i never wanted, i never wanted
to be anything, anything
i’m just a lost little boy like everybody else
but
put down your bottle; it's no way to solve this
i always thought normal people didn’t drink and smoke
so
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