Two weeks in,
I got this feeling that I could not stand you.
I've struck this out through all your night terrors
Your Mother's front porch when you threw your bags down
(the whole town could see us)
What did you think was going to happen?
This is potentially,
the worst thing that's happened to me
and I wont deny it, because I'm in denial.
Months go by,
you shoot that smile that gets you your way.
The fool that I play, I'm back in your bed tonight.
Although we're young, we said that we'd make this count.
I am not the fool tonight
Two weeks in,
I got this feeling that I could not stand you.
I've struck this out through all your night terrors
This is potentially,
the worst thing that's happened to me
and I wont deny it, because I'm in denial.