the end

Apr 25, 2008 - 17:50 PM PST

staring at the ceiling, lying face up on your futon
thinking maybe its time for me to move the hell on
cause this game we're playing is yielding me no victory
heart-broken first love is the oldest cliche in history
its just not enough for me, like it used to be
the way i see it, the glass is half-empty
wear my heart on my sleeve so its easier to get to
but the constant reminder makes it hard to forget you