thought you'd be looking for the next in line to lovethen ignore put out and put away
and so you'd soon be leaving me along like I'm supposed to betonight, tomorrow and everyday
there's nothing here that you'll miss
I can guarantee you this is a cloud of smoke
trying to occupy space
what a fucking joke, what a fucking joke
I waited for a bus to separate the both of usand take me off far away from you'cause my feelings never change a bit I always feel like shitI don't know why I guess that I just do
you once talked to me about loveand you painted pictures of a never-neverlandand I could've gone to that place
but I didn't understand
I didn't understand
I didn't understand
