He gets his information. From overhearing conversations. Doesn't ask questions. Doesn't learn any lessons. . And he keeps his mouth shut. 'Til he bowls over and he blows up.
Call me a liar, call me your friend. I will let you down again. Cause I'm a disaster of epic proportions. I will let you down again. . I am not worthy to be called your savior.
I left my heart in a plastic box. On the bedside table. It will be locked 'til I get home. . I've grown feeble and tired of the world. Tired of constantly missing my girl.