I know (oh, oh), and it's classified. Love making on the bedroom floor. I, told you that I wanted nothing more. From such a simple day. And all these simple games, (that I play).
I want somethin' like I remember. And I want somethin', that lasts forever. I remember times you said. That you'd be true to me. . Look at how the weather's changin'.
Now, I can't help you anymore. You can't hurt me anymore. I don't care how bad I feel. I'm still holding on the wheel. . I've felt like this before. I've been sleeping on the floor.
Well, could you be the one they talk about?. Well, hiding inside behind another door. Or is it only happiness you want?. Does wanting a feeling matter any more?.
I picked up my belongings in a nylon carry-all. Heard the porter call. . He said "the sky's the limit on this chartered trip away". . I guess I'd better stay.
Look through the classifieds, maybe I'll find a friend who cares. Decent and true but my interests are few. And how would I reply? Start with, I've never done this before.