True Things
desperate measures
We drove past the train yard 48
Together and youâre so over me
No conversations and it rains
But itâs not enough to wash away the pain
What can I do
I canât trust the guys youâre talking to
Theyâll never feel the same way I do
No no no
So fuck all the guys youâre talking to
They donât feel the same way that I do
I thought that I belonged to you
So I write and you drive you lie
And Iâm blind to everything that surrounds me
Long days your sick ways
I can tell by the look on your beautiful face
Youâre through with me
Locked up in my room
And all I want is you
And youâre not coming in
Youâre not staying