Boom
I heard you sing a gentle sound
The sweetest words I'm hopeless when you say
These days are a little bit better than the last
and I'm lost
In your eyes
I hate it when you're right
Haven't heard a word you said tonight
And every second that we spend
Trying to pretend
We don't want it in the end
is a waste of our time
Copyright © Stephen James | Year Posted 2011
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