https://youtube/watch?v=BbMmU4LA3cs Lyrics: I cut my fingers on a broken picture frame The welling up waxes and wanes. Its not fair and it hasnt been All my friends are living saints. Its been killing me for weeks A garden weed that cracks concrete. It hasnt been fair for long Growing up isnt moving on. Do you miss our broken reason or the nights spent treating Troubles and normalcy to bottles and comedies? You forgot your necklace upstairs on purpose It was your golden ticket scam and it always made us laugh Do you see me as your acquaintance, your death by time, age and long distance? Broken picture frames The welling up waxes and wanes. Its not fair and it hasnt been All my friends are living saints. Its been killing me for weeks A garden weed that cracks concrete. It hasnt been fair for long Because growing up isnt moving on All my friends are living saints Broken still but never breaking ties Moving on? I never pictured this, disperse in fall and dont reminisce See its just not fair, not everyone moved on.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 08:29:33 +0000
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