I'll tell you what I will miss. California and horses,. Down by the sailboats where we waded in,. The feel of the world in my hands, in my hands,. The feel of the world in my hands. And still so
Once you were a straight shot, a shiny quarter in a new slot. Night would keep the dreams that you got for afternoon. Then telling the truth got so hard, we were dancing in the backyard. Once I kne
Under the skin,. But no further in. I've seen it before. I was hoping for more. If I could choose,. I'd rather a bruise. I'd just rather lose. Than hear another excuse. You're just a paper cut
You, how did you get so wise?. I take the advice I find in your eyes. Me, I've been waiting outside. Most of my life,. Oh like a rare b-side. I'm just making you mixtapes with homemade covers. A
Lost hours and secrets too. No one will find but you. And falling is like brand new rain. Places I have never been I thought these things would come to me. Love is another country And I wanna go,
Once I ran like the wildest horse. I reached up high and I clinched my fist. What happened then goes just like this. Oh, the tender branch is gonna fall I was young and I thought it brave. Fightin
I hear you comin' up the driveway. I tie a ribbon in my hair. look who's come to see me. Funny, you always end up here But it's still pretending. And it's still wrong. And I still can't tell my h
I never thought I'd see eighteen. I finally got all eyes on me. My daddy made my sentencing. Now there's a first for everything Don't ask me what comes after today. Don't ask me what comes after t
The sky is turning and longing for something far away. The moons a tear drop, see slowly as it falls away. Miles running down a face, everythings bound to change. Its bound to change Day breaks of
You're not my boyfriend. I don't want a boyfriend. Just make a little trouble over me In your kitchen. On the way to your window. Walking down your hallway. Make some trouble over me I'll play ha
Oh, the song I love the bests the one my father taught to me. The kindness of a stranger is dust from an unseen wing. But an old friend at my table is by far the finest thing. This tired mile could
