When you give yourself to tightly please
Hoping that the truth would be released
Your eyes look almost putting you on knees
Who trusted before now get it so unbelieved
What about that library?
And your ballet shoes, and the bad white coffee, was all
Pages of my memories
Like your thirteen's face, from another state of the country
And the same old song
Something like zephyr, The Zephyr Song, I know
You never felt the same, but the same
Isn't love anymore
Not sure, I guess I'm lying one more time
It's just a joke that I'm laughing about inside, or crying, oh
Not sure, I guess I'm lying one more time
It's just a joke that I'm laughing about inside, or crying, oh