looking back, I can't help but think
that life is just weird.
and as I lay here in my bed, with rain
once again pouring outside, dancing,
sliding down the outter window glass
I think I realize that some things are
better left a memory.
maybe you're better left a memory.
and I've changed so much these past few
months, i'm not really sure
where to go
but maybe it's time I gave up
on virgos and guitars and
boys who only come around when it rains.
maybe I should learn to kiss sober
and whisper sober
and love sober.
maybe it's time for change--
for a re-awakening
and to forget those
silly boys whose
...but somehow theyre