I've got
Something to write home about
But what's the use
When you all already know about
The truth
That I cant keep in
You've had
A lot of time to think bout
What you did
And I know youd just laugh bout
How were kids
And we don't know the difference
I've said
It too many times before
But you don't listen
When I say youre the perfect girl
For me
Except for days like this
You dont
Think about me that much
And when you do
I'm greyed out
A repeat offender
Called back
To the line of questioning
What it was
Could be all the little things
Falling into place
To cover up
The only other ugly face
I've seen
Since we've been friendly
I don't know what I've become I don't know what I've become
But I know it's better than before
Better than the last time i was standing at your door
Can you say the same?
Oh brave summer
Take my hand again
Return the world its color
And change everything
I've got
Something to write home about