Come drink wine with her again,
Please give her a reason,
She cared, no, she fucking cared,
It just seems that nothing was ever good enough.
Yes, this girl was idiotic, she feels exposed
But the damage has been done, it’s too late to take it all back
Do you know she had so much to share?
But all she could do was write another silly poem.
Everything is burning, she’s never felt everything go so warm
She can’t even see clearly anymore
It’s time for bed, to bed she goes, but can she sleep?
It wasn’t over and continues to not be over
Don’t you miss the drives to and from me?
I tried to count the amount of times,
Try to count them, I bet you can’t.
