
F a t a l
Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you
But there's a light on in chicago
And I know I should be home
All the colors of the street signs..
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
[.heart-broken.crushed.alone.]
|