We Were Evergreen
Eighteen
On day one I was looking through my pockets for the keys.On day two there I found them hanging quietly from the door.You said you’d get used to situations like these,but I know it’s a sign that I’m not ready for this song.This naked wall is a trap, is a trap;it’s wearing me out like a name on a tag.On day three you were standing in the doorway with a smile.On day four there I lost you, but you were running down the hall.I said I just want to be alone for a while,but you know it’s all because I always blow to flow.These days have gone in the sun, in the shade.I’m eighteen today what a mess I have made.
From Letras Mania