My friends from high school. Married their high school boyfriends. Moved into houses. In the same ZIP codes where their parents live. But I, I could never follow.
Forgive? Sounds good. Forget? I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything. But I'm still waiting. . I'm through with doubt. There's nothing left for me to figure out.
Forgive? Sounds good. Forget? I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything. But I'm still waiting. . I'm through with doubt. There's nothing left for me to figure out.
Forgive? Sounds good. Forget? I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything. But I'm still waiting. . I'm through with doubt. There's nothing left for me to figure out.
Forgive? Sounds good. Forget? I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything. But I'm still waiting. . I'm through with doubt. There's nothing left for me to figure out.
When the calls and conversations. Accidents and accusations. Messages and misperceptions. Paralyze my mind. . Busses, cars, and airplanes leaving. Burning fumes of gasoline.