Lyrics

It's a weekday and I cleaned my room again Of endless moments I thought we once shared An open book, read every single page Naive enough to think that help is on the way Rise and shine a day awaits Watching clear skies turn to grey It's a dead end road and I want out There's no return Let me know when will it end? If only you were my only friend, I'd be fine A direction split right from the start I'm picking up the pieces to this broken heart Move over and make room for someone else Mabye a smile will find itself right on your face again Another empty sleeping bag. A broken speaker plays out loud An Elliot Smith song for those who can't move on and on A tour to write you home about of how I'm doing. Pretty sad You're not here and all my letters are lost in the mailbox for good