And each and every day will lead in to tomorrow, |
We live on front porches and swing life away, |
The awful truth is i prefer math over boys |
I like dead end signs, |
I counted seasons 'till the fall |
I just need a little recognition, |
It was you and me |
So to hell with holiday romantics |
You know what, i don't know what i want |
And its all too complicated when |