1. |
She Is
02:00
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She is the reason I am falling in love,
and she's also the reason why I can't talk.
She is the reason I am driving my car to the side of the road
where she's parked.
She is the reason I am falling apart,
and when I call her phone she's all broken up.
She is the reason I am writing these songs, and they're all for her,
and she doesn't even know.
She is perfection with a false sense of direction,
and her lack of affection, it shows,
and as I'm at my window and she's at the mirror,
and she's humming songs that she's not supposed to know,
bout how
she is perfection with a false sense of direction,
and her lack of affection, it shows,
and as I'm at my window and she's at the mirror,
and I'm singing songs that she's not supposed to know.
She is the reason I am falling in love,
and she's also the reason why I can't talk.
She is the reason I am driving my car to the side of the road to pick her up.
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2. |
Where
02:20
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Where is the switch on the wall for the light?
Where did the sleep go that we lost that night?
Where are the calls from when you weren't alright?
Where did the rain go?
We waited till winter and it turned into snow,
and you still think that I don't know.
Where did the leaves go?
Into a bag, or maybe they just float,
and where did your tears go?
Into a napkin or the sleeve of your coat,
and where did our time go?
You got in your car and then I was alone.
Where did the leaves go?
Into a bag, or, like me, they just float,
and where did your tears go?
Into a napkin or the sleeve of my coat,
and where did our time go?
A half-hearted hug, and I knew I was alone.
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3. |
I Was
02:20
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Your bed is sitting on your floor.
I'm stuck between it and the bedroom door.
I lost my brain like you lost your body.
I got in the car but you couldn't start it.
I was fucked up.
I was fucked up.
I was fucked up.
I was so drunk I was spinning.
I was so drunk I had lost my head.
I was telling you I wish I was dead,
and you said that you did, too.
I was fucked up like you.
I was fucked up like you.
I was lost in my bed.
You were lost in it, too.
I was with you.
I was with you.
I was with you.
I was with you.
You were lonely.
You had told me.
I was with you.
I was confused.
I don't know where I do find my mind,
I guess I need some time.
I don't know why this is something new to you,
I thought you knew.
I thought you knew.
I thought you knew.
I thought you knew
cause I was with you.
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Matt Mongon Poughkeepsie, New York
born and raised
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