exeunt;
the end.
it's like milk turned sour.
"time to wake up,"
and so it is.
what pity,
my deepest regret.
red cars - waking ashland
say goodbye to January
goodbye to February
and all those days, will they be forgotten?
my confidence yeah your fading
found myself second guessing
and all my thoughts
and all their reasons
watching red cars pass me by
and i swore i wouldn't cry
now i swim in my defeat
memories are flashing by
oh a war's waging inside
and i'm wounded in my defeat
march ended unexpected
this is my confession
not a day goes by
where you don't cross my mind
it's so confusing
like an un-rehearsed symphony
your last kiss goodbye
put water in these eyes
i'm dying for you
dying, dying for you
i had a dream;
