I told you straight from the heart You can't rely on my past I saw your sister last weekend and I Thought about it but I found it too shy Through provocation I fell hard on your floor then we Spent the night while your parents were gone God I hope I'm right Cause I can't tonight
Whatever makes you feel good Take it all the same Think you should stand where I stood You're hard to blame I traced the fall underfoot Confused while I'm away from home
Troublemaker at best I asked if I could be next When we meet in december, tell me Where the flowers are on my body I've got a history of dragging along and I think you might be a little too strong God I hope I'm old When I've lost my soul
