Lyrics
Still lugging the furniture from when you were twelve, yes oh oh oh. Still hanging onto all those old bruises from the boy who stole your tan. It ways you down, it keeps your head oh in the clouds, in the clouds.
The calender girls have gone away and I'm not going to wait around, no I'm not going to wait to be the old photograph, of the long forgotten cat.
No comfort in sniffing away all that white paper dust, painless adventures, tell the story in your hidden eyes, but tell me why. Did you kiss that girl in that red dress, who bought you the ghost, who bought you the ghost of time.
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All the teachers at my school think I'm going a little mad, cuz all I do is stare and thing of what tommorrow just may bring, but let me keep my lies oh hidden away in your mind, of your library, the library of your mind.
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