When we first met, she was all that I wanted:
A light that reflects off the B.S. I started.
I tried to state this a plan, this is when it begins.
Even public places I would kiss this girl in and
She was just so beautiful,
And I would act so unusual.
And as usual I couldnât stay neutral.
I think about the things I said and still get goose chills.
My instincts told me not to fuck with her,
Let alone fall in love with her.
What was once a hollow shell
Now is filled with a purpose. Boy, it must be cold in hell
âCause I swore itâd freeze over colder than cold shoulder.
Shoulda thought about it first âfor I got down on my knee for her.
Oh well, nothinâ lasts forever.
The cut is still deep and itâs barely gotten better, so I go:
Donât turn around, I wonât see you
I used to pick your face out of a crowd,
Now you either blend in or fade out.
Donât make a sound, I canât hear you
No more, Iâm dead to you
Lettinâ you know, buried and gone.
Now, as the story moves on, I know itâs not like me to write love songs.
But I guess this is kind of a song of love gone
âCause every love in my life has gone way wrong.
Not before too long I had to find out
As deep as I fell, I couldnât climb out.
But fuck it, back then Iâd just break another line out,
Pour another drink, try to forget til itâs lights out.
But I guess thatâs what happens
When you start mixinâ the heart and physical attractions.
I remember when you cried you were acting
To make up for the actual feelings you were lacking.
And as things spiraled further downward,
How could I overhear you tell another guy you go down good?
The love of my life? Yeah right.
Just a party girlâsomebodyâs drunk fun Saturday night
Donât turn around, I wonât see you
I used to pick your face out of a crowd,
Now you either blend in or fade out.
Donât make a sound, I canât hear you
No more, Iâm dead to you
Lettinâ you know, buried and gone.
Now I tried to understand where youâre cominâ from.
Was it all the daddy issues that you runninâ from?
As far as chances with me, you got none of âem.
Your legs never closed like you only had one of âem.
And if it came quite evident, the mounting evidence,
The emptiness, see thereâs no way to replenish it
And any intelligent human being wouldâve bounced.
But I stuck around, constantly tried to figure you out,
And guess what? (What?) Itâs not likely.
Sometimes I think you did this dirt just to spite me,
But youâre guilty (fuck you!), that was the verdict
If you ask most girls theyâll tell you I deserved it.
And I go:
Donât turn around, I wonât see you
I used to pick your face out of a crowd,
Now you either blend in or fade out.
Donât make a sound, I canât hear you
No more, Iâm dead to you
Lettinâ you know, buried and gone.