domingo, 12 de julho de 2009





When I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring,
you're thinking of something to say.
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that i should let go,
but I can't.
And everytime we fight I know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.