my nails

through the door walked a frayed end

too many hours spent on your vacation

you should say sorry to me and

i should sue your ass

how do you sleep at night? 

don't you want to get things right?

it is your job

it is her life

i think you ought to take  your

mind out of the wallet in the 

back right pocket of your jeans

what did you see when the backlight lit?

i bet you didn't think we would give a shit

you should say sorry to us

and i should sue your ass

say your prayers doc

say your prayers

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indian summer

it was indian summer

it was sun in your hair

it was under the table

it was holding your chair

and i wanted 

to tell you

i had feelings for you

it was late night parties

it was waking afternoon

it was Ray-Ban faring

it was ending way too soon

and i wanted 

to make you

a part of my own

and i wanted 

to show you

inside of my heart

i can see the poster of us in france

and if your room was laid out like that again

i can hear the leaves as you looked back at me

and if your heart was still mine to keep

but now everything is

soooo

fucked up

mmhmm

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