youHey, mister knock-on-my-doorI'm sorry that I've been emotion's galoreI'm

say whatever you want, but I've become such a

It's a pain that I caught you at a bad timeIt's

isn't what you want, it's only how you feelYou

lo sento affatto, parli piano e in modo piattoPiede

eri il mio tempo peggiore, eri il litoraleEri lo

left a couple thingsYour bed remembers me by yourselfYou're letting

left you hereHeard you keep the extra closet emptyIn

Augusts agoI told the truth, oh, but you didn't

triple vision, spinning around my out and wasting

to double doorsTypical feeling like I could grow upProbably

light the fireYou place the flowers in the vaseThat

hope that you get everything you could ask forThe

hope that you get everything you could ask forThe

And your clouds may hold thunderLike a bottle of wineI can’t

nightEvery dayLet's go down to memory laneWhere the bees

at me nowSaid I wouldn't do it, but I

broke up a month agoI still sleep in all

looking so goodYou're looking so sweetWanna sink my teeth

1: Gracie know you knowIt felt just like a