It's hard to come to terms that things can't be taught but learned, like feeling when you question reason. The ceiling came down this season.
Keep this a secret: I hope we never make it past our town. Forever living with a frown.
I feel like I should be concerned that things can't be saved once once they're burned, but for once I threw it in the furnace. I watched it burn right between us.
Keep this a secret: I hope we never make it past our town. Forever living with a frown.
And all along, all I ever wanted was someone to tell me I'm wrong. You're wrong. I'm gone.
