birdisthewordTwelve long weeks and I've thought myself into this hole,
Just like I always do
With your glass green eyes and your deep blue soul.
In the morning you say, it won't mean anything
And it doesn't break my heart, it just wears it out
And I want to tell you everything but I'm too proud.
I guess the truth is I'm as lost as I was before
And I swear, I swear that I really believed it all.
When you said that you wouldn't forget anymore.
I wrote this song for you to see that nothing else
Really meant as much to me.