I can't let you be, cause your beauty won't allow me wrapped in white sheets, like an angel from a bedtime story and shut out what they say, cause your friends are fucked up anyway and when they come around, somehow they feel up and you feel down.
When we were kids, we hated things our parents did we listened low to Casey Kasem's radio show that's when friends were nice, to think of them just makes you feel nice the smell of grass in spring and October leaves cover everything.
Have you forgotten how to love yourself? x2
I still can't believe all the good things that you do for me sat back in a chair like a princess from a faraway place nobody's nice, when you're older your heart turns to ice and shut out what they say; they're too dumb to mean it anyway
When we were kids, we hated things our sisters did backyard summer pools and Christmases were beautiful and the sentiment of coloured mirrored ornaments and the open drapes look out on frozen farmhouse landscapes
Send "Red House Painters---Have You Forgotten" Ringtone to your Cell
