Texty

It's Valentine's Day; another massacre to put away And crying doesn't do a goddamn thing to make it better I used to think love always wins- guess I better think again 'cause praying for a different ending never matters I can't believe that you're not bored That we're still comrades in this war 15 years, and god knows how many more we'll weather Not banking on the by and by, it's back to back against the tide Shaking both fists at the sky, over and over Like those flowers we're all sending Some things there's just no way to save Like every second that's worth spending Picking roses for a table or a grave Just look at our friends- they've run out of road together in the end With nothing left to learn, and nothing left to lose She dragged the couch out in the yard He helped her load it in the car And if one day it was our turn, I'd do the same for you Like those flowers we're all sending Some things there's just no way to save Like every second that's worth spending Picking roses for a table or a grave We'd have a daughter if we could; I bet she'd have had your looks Days like today I'm glad that we'll never know With her eyes of hazel wood, and her arms full of books She'd go smiling off to school, and never come home
Writer(s): Sara Jane Milonovich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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