Turning heads
And break their necks
Through folded arms and
Faces wet
It drags for long
Inside the car
The rain remains but
The feeling's gone
The feeling's gone
Choosing the words so carefully
What's he gonna think of me?
The night is cold
They lean in close
What I would give to forget for a while
Its not that bad, it's a common thing
To confuse what you want with what you think you need?
Its not that bad, it's a common thing
To confuse what you want with what you think you need?
