The wilted flowers that I gave
Were not as nice as your bouqet
All the lyrics that I wrote
Not as smart as the words you spoke
The starlight above my hometown
Aint as bright as the star ive found
Every drawing that I drew
Was never ever as cute as you
Serious as a heart attack
I'm looking in my almanac
Ive gotta find... Read More
theres still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
theres still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
its still a little hard to say what's going on
theres still a little bit of your ghost your witness
theres still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
you step a little closer each day
that i cant say what's... Read More