I like dead end signs, |
The awful truth is i prefer math over boys |
We live on front porches and swing life away, |
And each and every day will lead in to tomorrow, |
And most of all i'm afraid of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my life the way i feel when |
Don't call me obsessed |
They say we're too young |
Seven days without you makes one |
I guess you changed the lock to your heart beacause the key i have doesn't seem to fit anymore,, * |
I never had the nerve to ask... |