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I wasn't worried about the small things
I tried to bury what they might or could have meant
And as far away as you could get, as distant as you've ever been
You still love me
The book of love is fiction
Written by the lonely years to see
Thinking they're doing their best
Learning things they should forget until the end
So, maybe we should plan then
Who will go, and who will stay, and when
Until one of us can say it like it is
You've already made your own bed
Can you tell me what just happened?
Where's my girlfriend with her engine pinned red light?
I pick you up on a Wednesdays night
Go out for our secret drive like we were kids
Will we be alright
I have never doubted it before my friend
Are they ever coming back again-
Those feelings that we started with?
I'll give it time
Maybe we should plan then-
Who will go, and who will stay, and when
Until one of us can call it like it is
You've already made your own bed
I deserve the truth
But I'm so afraid of what It'd do
Finally, seeing us for how it really is
I've been alone just never lonely
So, maybe we should plan then-
Of who will go, and who will stay, and when
Until one of us can say it like it is
You've already made your own bed
I deserve the truth
But I'm so afraid of what It'd do
Finally, seeing us for how it really is
I've been alone just never lonely
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