We drove past the train yard
48 together
and you’re so over me no conversations
and it rains but it’s not enough
to wash away the pain
what can i do
i can’t trust the guys you’re talking to
they’ll never feel the same way i do
no no no
so fuck all the guys you’re talking to
they don’t feel the same way that i do
i thought that i belonged to you
so i write and you drive
you lie and i’m blind
to everything that surrounds me
long days your sick ways
i can tell by the look on your beautiful face
you’re through with me
locked up in my room
and all i want is you
and you’re not coming in
you’re not staying