be kind when you rewind the story of the two of us. sometimes you wish it was a little more mysterious. when you look at me with your syndamatic eyes, i wanna play the part, but i forget the lines... i do it all the time... i never get it right.
one day when you were playing the slideshow hero, the pictures won't show the villans and heroes. it's just me keeping time with you.
butter knife's dull but it still cuts through. we never were... and we'll never be
strangers kissing in the pouring rain, chasing after your leaving train, but we know that's not how our song goes.
you're a waitress at a
cocktail bar, + i'll save you kuz imma
big rock star but we know that's not how our song goes, it goes like this.
