Lyrics
Turning heads, and break their necks
Through folded arms and faces wet
It drags for long, inside the car
The rain remains, but the feeling's gone
The feeling's gone
And choosing the words so carefully, oh
What's he gonna think of me? Oh
The night is cold, they lean in close
What I would give to forget for a while
It's not that bad, it's a common thing
To confuse what you want with what you think you need
It's not that bad, it's a common thing
To confuse what you want with what you think you need
