I wasn't worried
about the small things
Tried to bury what they might
or could have meant
And as far away as you could
get as distant as you'd ever been
You still love me
The book of love is fiction
Written by the loneliest to sing
Thinking they’re doing the best
Learning things
they should forget
Until the end
So maybe we should plan
then Who will go
and who will stay and when
Until one of us can say it like it is
You've already made your own bed
Can you tell me what just happened
Where's my girlfriend
with her engine pinned red light
I pick you up on a
Wednesday night
Go out for a secret drive
Like we were kids
Will we be alright
I have never doubted
it before my friend
Are they ever coming back again
Those feelings
that we started with
I'll give it time
So maybe we should plan
then Of who will go
and who will stay and when
Until one of us can call it like it is
You've already made your own bed
I deserve the truth
But I'm so afraid of what It'd do
Finally seeing us for
how it really is
I've been alone just never noted
So maybe we should a plan then
Of who will go
and who will stay and when
Until one of us can say it like it is
You've already made your own bed
I deserve the truth
But I'm so afraid of what It'd do
Finally seeing us for
how it really is
I've been alone just never noted