• ~× فضفِـض ×~

Times like this, I'm picking up the pieces
I'm making up the reasons
Not to tell a soul

Times like this, I'd rather speak to no one
I just wanna move on, and stand up on my own

But then there's you
Standing over me, tryina make a fool of me
Tryina get the best of me
Oh, then there's you
Tryina shut me out, tryina kick me when I'm down
That ain't gonna stop me now, no

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Summer after high school when we first met
We'd make out in your Mustang to Radiohead.